PLAY REVIEW –
June 9, 2024 – Please silence any shoe phones,” warns playwright Gregg Ostrin as he welcomes a full house to the opening night of The Spy Went Into Rehab, getting a laugh before the show even starts. The laughs never stopped. The Spy Who Went Into Rehab is a very, very funny play. The concept is perfect, when you think about it. You drink, you smoke, you gamble, you consistently bed random women, and you kill people. You’re either James Bond or you’re an alcoholic nicotine addict, sex addict and compulsive gambler with anger issues. So when “Cross, Simon Cross,” with his posh British accent and his white dinner jacket, shows up at New Horizons rehab after being pulled over doing 120mph in his Aston Martin, the lead therapist can only assume he’s drunk and delusional.
“Why else would I be dressed like this?” he asks, indicating his dinner jacket and bowtie. “You‘re a maître d’ at a streak house?” counters therapist Stella.
