I went to see The Pillowman on Sunday with my roommates. I had no idea what I was getting into. It was a seriously disturbing play about a man who writes stories about all the different ways to kill children. This stems from a seriously bizarre childhood where his parents loved and nurtured him, but abused and beat the hell out of his brother. The stories were ridiculously painful to hear, but the play was very good. Some parts were funny, as one should probably not have been laughing, but It was okay if they did, and everyone looked around nervously as giggles escaped them. What was also interesting was the video component to this whole play. There were tv screens embedded in the walls almost haphazardly, but they portrayed the victim being questioned, and different images to go along with the stories. It was just a very interesting way to go about it. A beautiful sense of ambiance, and imagery, as the theater should be.