Men. You can’t live with ’em, and you’ll want to stay out of range of ’em, too.
And then there’s Ron, the neighbor from hell—an angry ex-marine with a dog that won’t shut up, a mailbox full of gun-and-ammo catalogs, and a penchant for playing Call of Duty REAL LOUD. Izzie finds him so intimidating that she wants to sell the condo and move. Unwilling to take a loss, however, Taylor tries to minimize Ron’s baleful influence over their lives.
But, as I’ve already mentioned, Izzie is a TV reporter. And not the kind that sits behind a desk, either, but one who’s wearied herself reporting Chicago’s everyday violence. It strains credulity to suggest that she’s utterly without resources in her struggle with a fellow condo owner. That she doesn’t have one cop, one alderman, one city lawyer she can call when she needs to put a scare into Ron and protect her home. It seems that, in her zeal to make a programmatic point about the dangers of conventional gender roles, Gubbins has deprived Izzie of feasible alternatives. She’s been disarmed, in short, just so Frank can arm her.
Through 3/13: Tue-Fri 7:30 PM, Sat 3 and 7:30 PM, Sun 3 PM
