‘Venus’ rises to triumphant opening
The fur flew.
Oh, come on. That pun wrote itself. The play is called “Venus in Fur.” Caucasian sable from Kazakhstan.
And subtext. Acres of subtext – even if we never get acres of skin. This isn’t porn, after all.
Unless you use your imagination. “…opening the fur to reveal her glories?”
And Kristen Coury knows how to use her imagination. “Venus in Fur” requires it. Think of this as “The Importance of Being Earnest” meets “Fifty Shades of Grey,” with two superb performances, laugh-out-loud one-liners and one long, round, tall and bulbous phallic symbol that dominates the stage.