David Williamson takes on talk back radio, a meaty topic but which he only skims deep. It is funny to have his shock jock be a loud mouth on the mike but a victim at home, but this means the character becomes a little sketchy.
There’s a classic Williamson bitch character – the DJ’s awful former ballerina wife (who does get a lot of funny lines) – and also a classic Williamson female saint character (he writes as many saints these days as bitches): in fact two, a middle aged psychologist and the Middle Eastern housekeeper. The manic teenage daughter is funny – but it never feels like a real family, or like a real man who works in radio.
There are glimpses at a more interesting play: when the DJ worries about falling ratings, the fact the DJ’s income enables him to live in a world where his views are considered abhorrent. What’s left is a little sub-par.
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