The New York Observer

Despite the fact that we’re 12 years into the 21st century, some publications are too squeamish to print the word Cock, which happens to be the correct title of the extraordinary new play by Mike Bartlett at the Duke on 42nd Street. They’re erroneously mislabeling it The Cockfight Play in a ridiculously misguided attempt to deter the easily offended from a four-letter word used hourly by every child of 5. It’s not about an illegal sporting event involving cruelty to animals. But it is very much about what the title suggests. It was such a smash when I tried to see it three years ago at the Royal Court in London that I couldn’t get in. Judging from the raves across the pond, the title is the only thing that has been diluted for American audiences. The play is still a dazzler, brilliant and hilarious, and one that rests (no pun intended) on the penis.

There’s no nudity, but Cock is still about sexual identity and the lack of it. Read More