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<i>All I know how to do anymore is make pasta and yell:</i> The Foundry Theatre&rsquo;s therapeutic agitprop <font size=2>by Allen Johnson</font> Nov 4, 2006

Major Bang or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Dirty Bomb is wonderful – i.e., it elicits and arouses wonder. It's marvelous, and whip-smart, and messy and very tight. I get all excited about good theater. It’s embarrassing. I am so fucking un-cool.
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Foundry Theatre: Major Bang Review <font size=2>by Christiana Axelsen</font> Nov 4, 2006

The image that is burned into my consciousness after watching Major Bang, is the image of the red backpack seemingly floating in the darkness of the back of the stage. It glowed like a radioactive beacon, towering and occasionally writhing, subtlely dominating the show. This backpack, found abandoned on a subway, produces objects that create the inspiration for the  “play ” (earning its quotation marks for reminding me of the play within Hamlet that nicely encapsulates pure entertaining drama, theatrical self-awareness, and intellectual fodder.)
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