David Schwimmer makes his West End debut in Neil LaBute's wickedly funny, intriguing exposé of the modern male and his take on life, love and success… Your career as a writer is blossoming, your beautiful, young fiancée is waiting to get married and rush off to Cancun by your side, so what is your natural reaction? Well, if you're a man, it's probably to get nervous and start calling up old girlfriends. And so begins a single man's odyssey through four hotel rooms as he flies across the United States in search of the perfect woman (that he's already broken up with). By turns humorous and serious, this portrait of a young seducer casts a truthful, hilarious light on a typical American male as he wanders through the heart of darkness that is himself. Dually instructive to both men and women: he will find it a handy field manual in 'how-to,' she will find it a horror story bathed in truth. 'LaBute… an original voice… the best new playwright to emerge in the past decade… a genius.' - The New Yorker