Any play that can make an audience flinch at shadowboxing is doing something right; Disco Pigs nearly induces nausea. The actor-versus-empty-space fight that had audience members’ hands flying to mouths and hearts comes near the end of a spectacle of infantile violence and indulgence: drinking, dancing, fighting—and watching Baywatch. Continue reading What You Can’t See in “Disco Pigs” Can Hurt You