Hazelwood Jr. High

"In this fierce, disturbing lament for the death of childhood, the characters hardly change - but the audience does... We move from open laughter to uncomfortable giggling to deep, dark silence... Urbinati creates a mental jungle in which vampires and cuddly toys, Pentecostal visions and Kmart are tangled together....This is deft and morally serious writing, never exploitative and ultimately full of pity. Everywhere, there is the kind of precision and care that such a subject demands." - New York Daily News