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Reviews of Munich Medea, Self Portraits (DELUXE), and you don’t have to do anything.
He and director Dominique Rider mine and intensifies the nervous energy of strangers watching him, soliciting people’s names with his microphone and then telling a story about a woman saying the N-word at a deeply uncomfortable party in Connecticut for a white South African artistic eminence, the punch line of which may as well be “Of course we don’t have apartheid here in the United States.” He’s better on his feet, as he is in a sequence that follows the snow scene, meticulously internally timed — “God is in the details, and in the eyes, and in the silences,” reads the script — wherein he arranges members of the audience along a wall, gently asking them to pose, you soon realize, with their hands up in a way that resembles perps being detained by the police. Director Ryan Dobrin conjures the dread, awkwardness, and thrill that comes with a particular kind of sexual experimentation mediated through the internet, having the actors imbue verbatim chat transcripts (including your “hahas” and “btws”) with the emotion of the character typing them.
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