Review: Worry, Worry, Super-Scurry to Fletcher Michael’s “did you charge your phone for the end of the world?”
did you charge your phone for the end of the world?
Written and directed by Fletcher Michael
Presented by Infinite Monkey Theater Company at wild project
195 E. 3rd Street, Manhattan, NYC
April 4-19, 2026
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| L to R: Collin Dennis, Fletcher Michael, Lucy Boisvert. Photo by Nicholas Barris & editing by Lucy Boisvert. |
Three creatives, Del Morgan (Fletcher Michael), Nico Deluca-Graham (Lucy Boisvert), and Lorimer Clancy (Collin Dennis), circle one another in a stripped-down warehouse space: two chairs, a table, and a bowlful of tennis balls, suspended in a cool blue netherspace that feels both imminent and already arrived. As a perpetual referent and frequent punchline, Brooklyn hums as an offstage presence, not simply a setting but a brand, a mythology, a nomenclature, and a looming casualty.
Hovering over all of this is the unseen Client, an omnipresent authority whose demands arrive through the ringing phone, harkening back to the faceless and unquestionably vertically oriented power structure of 2009 meta-horror comedy The Cabin in the Woods. As in that film, destruction is administered through systems that manage knowledge, delay revelation, and maintain a carefully calibrated distance between those who will die and those who shape the terms of their death. The phone here, much like in Cabin in the Woods, becomes the play’s most charged object, a conduit for power, a site of dread, and a reminder that the apocalypse, like everything else, is subject to process.
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| L to R: Fletcher Michael, Lucy Boisvert, Collin Dennis. Photo by Noah Simon Jampol. |
Within that tightening frame, the play locates its human center. Boisvert’s Nico carries a buoyant moral clarity without tipping into admonishment, her frustration emerging as lived response rather than lecture. Dennis’s Lorimer offers something more unsettling, cultivated smarm giving way to visible fracture, his arc perhaps the steepest descent of the three. And Michael’s Del (perhaps a shoutout to UCB?) anchors the production with a performance of striking scale and generosity, capable of filling the space while still allowing the ensemble to cohere. Their comic timing, physical command, and willingness to let self-loathing flicker beneath the surface give the production its most sustained energy. Recalling some of Trevor Moore’s finest work, Michael walks the line between bravado and generosity with rare aplomb, their restraint encouraging ensemble over runaway performance.
The relationships between the three resist easy genre inheritance. Though the play borrows from horror frameworks – the trapped group, the looming threat, the ticking clock – it quietly discards the punitive sexual telos that traditionally informs many such narratives. There is no moral calculus of who deserves to survive; instead, intimacy, friendship, and the possibility of care persist, even as the surrounding machinery insists on something colder. The result is a work that is deeply cynical about systems yet unexpectedly generous toward the people caught inside them.
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| L to R: Lucy Boisvert, Collin Dennis, Fletcher Michael. Photo by Noah Simon Jampol. |
These tensions sharpen in the final movements, where questions of responsibility can no longer be deferred. To leak or not to leak. To act as an artist or as an employee. To accept the terms of the contract or refuse them too late. The play does not resolve these questions so much as expose the cost of asking them within the wrong structure.
By the end, the tennis ball, once contained within the system of the play, is sent outward, into the audience, uncatchable. It is a small gesture, but it lands with force. The rhythm that once belonged to the characters now belongs to us. The message has been delayed, shaped, and delivered. The impact is imminent. And whatever we might do with what we now know, it is already, in some sense, too late. Perhaps it’s time to give someone else a chance.
-Noah Simon Jampol
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