I COVER THE LOCKERROOM
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The problem here is not just that the play is so airy, or that Randolph’s narrator is ultimately grating and patronizing. Light fare is fine, but not when its vacuousness is delivered with this much condescension. The biggest joke in Lockerroom was that the audience was tricked into actually paying to see it.
Intended as a screwball sports comedy salted with Chicagoese, Lockerroom shows Hagedorn disdainfully dishing out something that looks like a play but that barely shows any love for his craft or for the people who come to hear and see his efforts.
Somewhere along the line, Rachel convinces herself she’s stumbled onto the scoop of a lifetime when she suspects a male prostitution ring. Of course, it’s just a misunderstanding. There should be laughter and confusion at this point, but those with a minimum IQ will see it coming and going before Rachel’s had a chance to bat her eyelashes. In the grand finale, the threads are loosely tied together.
