If there’s anything more boring than hearing about other people’s dreams, it’s hearing about their therapy sessions.
And, to my mind, hearing about people’s sexual fantasies — admittedly not a topic that crops up in general conversation — isn’t exactly riveting either.
So it is a considerable testament to the talent of the hyper-celebrated young playwright Jeremy O. Harris that his “Slave Play,” which consists almost entirely of either comic vignettes depicting characters in sexual role play, or wrangling with each other in group therapy, is as consistently and often outrageously entertaining as it is.
