Skintight by Joshua Harmon

This play has an impressively despicable cast of characters. It starts with the seethingly bitter middle-aged woman who cannot stop raging about the twenty year-old her ex-husband is marrying and demanding that her father provide her with distraction. There is her father who does not welcome her because she interrupts his contented existence with his twenty year-old boyfriend who is worthy of expensive gifts because, in the father's view, youth and beauty are the only things worth living for. There is the young boyfriend who is not content with having won the father's devotion and wealth, but wishes to lord it over the servant who was once another boyfriend, as well as the father's family. There is the exceedingly entitled son who does not understand why his grandfather does not dote on him the way his mother does. And there are the devoted servants who foster all of this, endorsing the “love” between their employer and his young lover. In sum, these people deserve each other, but I cannot think what I would have done to deserve having to spend two hours watching them.