I’m going to start here with the bottom line. You don’t have to read this whole review to get the message. Stupid F##cking Bird is an amazing experience that I recommend to anyone who cares about theater and who can deal with the coarse language. The acting, the direction, the staging, and literally everything else about Stupid F##king Bird are all splendid.
Since I started with my conclusion, it’s pretty clear that I am deviating somewhat from my customary format. By that, I don’t just mean that I gave you the bottom line at the top. I have listed the cast and crew members below, as is my custom, but for Stupid F##cking Bird, I’m not going to go into detail about the production and individual performances. Stupid F##king Bird is about ideas; the characters are vivid and engaging, but it is the message that matters. Besides, the individual performances were uniformly magnificent. Enough said.
There’s a conventional wisdom that starving artists are the best of the bunch; their suffering makes their art more real, more personal, and certainly more intense. There’s also another conventional wisdom that argues that the best art is that which is “successful.” If it doesn’t get eyeballs, and make…
