A formal dinner party starts out normally enough, but after the bourgeois group retire to the host’s music room, they inexplicably find themselves unable to leave.
My feeling is that his canvas is too narrow and his social comment too plain to keep our interest fixed upon his people and their barren stewing for an hour and a half.
– Bosley Crowther,
New York Times,
20 May 2003
fresh:
A macabre comedy, a mordant view of human nature that suggests we harbor savage instincts and unspeakable secrets.