"LibidOff" is the name of a new skin patch for men invented by Dr. Dave Wilcox, a hopeless nebbish who can't get laid and therefore develops a chemical damper for the male sex drive. "Imagine," he says, in a sales pitch for LibidOff, "all the time you spend thinking about females -- you can get that back!" Yeah! His product snatches the attention of a high-powered financier named Bile. Working for Bile is a hapless male assistant identified -- by Bile -- as a guinea pig for the new drug. Also working for him is a steamy female assistant, Nancy, who sleeps with her boss regularly and leads him around by the cock. Bile understands his weakness; in fact, he wants to buy the LibidOff start-up in order to save men everywhere from their sexual thrall to women. When he experiments on himself, though, he turns into a raving, power-hungry misogynist. Dawson Moore's newish play is not always as funny as it thinks it is, but Reed Harvey as Bile, Sarah Mitchell as Nancy, and Carl Thelin as Dr. Wilcox give strong, if fitful, performances. Moore (no relation to this writer) ends with a rather sweet defense of the libido, but since the play is the second in a trilogy about Bile, it lapses into a corny epilogue labeled "Bile in the Afterlife," which may be meant to leave us hanging but really should be cut.
