Head explosion. At The Fritz Theatre we aspired to theatre that would leave the audience breathless, invigorated. Offensive, hilarious, pointed entertainment that was unforgettable. Plays full of imagery and ideas that no-one had ever seen before. Not shock for shock sake but a highly theatrical critique of our own society and selves.That show we always hoped we would create is playing at The Matrix right now. It is written by Brenden Jacobs-Jenkins. It is directed by Nataki Garrett. It features a wonderful ensemble and design team.Don’t get me wrong, at The Fritz we succeeded on many occasions at provocation; “Hot-N-Throbbing” (where in the final scene a woman at a Sunday matinee began shouting “No No  Nooo…” and ran out of the theatre) “Us” where I remember doing a performance for an audience of 2, “God’s Country” (a play about white supremacists) and “Triple X Love Act” where even the critics boycotted us for about 6 months afterward. But it is rare to achieve such a feat as NEIGHBORS.From the opening moments through the disconcerting finale nearly three hours later, we are left agog. A mixture of humor and wonder and shock. Just when I thought there was no way to equal the discomfit of an outrageous and chilling moment, there was another right after. A macabre minstrel show. All balanced with, and within the context of, today’s everyday American reality. Through Oct 24th.