"The great joke of the universe-well, there are lots of great jokes of the universe. But one of them, certainly, is that human beings can't be trusted with the things they're capable of creating. We build combustion engines and choke on them, split atoms only to irradiate ourselves. Brett Neveu's new farce does a fine, crazed, funny job of telling that joke. Chris is an inventor who's come up with something astonishing. He takes it to Britt, who develops and markets astonishing inventions. Trouble is, some of Britt's previous astonishments have wreaked so much havoc that his corporate headquarters is under violent siege from all sides. Chris's sit-down with Britt turns into something out of Jurassic Park-assuming the park were run by General Jack Ripper from Dr Strangelove."
Tony Adler, Chicago Reader
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