It’s time for brunch, and it’s murder out there. Drew Droege’s Messy White Gays is 80 minutes of frenzied, high-pitched farce: a barrage of extremely gay, extremely New York, extremely right now, extremely geographically hyper-local zingers and insults, such as a perfect one-liner about the hot dogs at Julius. (How will those hit if the show travels outside Manhattan? Do you recast the references for whatever town you pitch up in?)
This sporadically very funny, sporadically exhausting show (at The Duke on 42nd Street, to Jan. 11, 2026) also features echoes from gay pop-cultural behemoths The Boys in the Bandand Rope. Indeed, one character invokes the former when they visit the swanky apartment-with-Central-Park-views of Brecken (James Cusati-Moyer) and Caden (Aaron Jackson), as they hurry to cover up a recent crime: the Rope-like murder and concealment of the body of their houseguest and throuple-member Monty.
The first absurdity of this killing—on Alexander Dodge’s initially pristine set—is that Monty is played by the kind of crash-test dummy you used to see being thrown through windshields in public service announcements advocating the use of car seat belts.
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