The Wolves by Sarah DeLappe playing at The Duke on 42nd Street has been extended. Do not miss this energetically synchronized ensemble performance directed by Lila Neugebauer. (Scott Rudin has a hand in as producer, somewhere there are surely plans afoot for a move or a movie and artistic director Katherine is daughter of mega player Bruce.) Meanwhile, DeLappe, who is still in grad school, has done for me what hardly any other playwright has been able to do: keep me at the edge of my seat, which in this case was the front row fronting on the fake turf of a soccer field so that every warm up stretch and ball drills were literally at my feet.

The play was extensively workshopped and developed, which shows that process works. This all female production about a season of a high school girls soccer team has sharp, rat-a-tat dialogue which reminded me of Billy Wilder's The Front Page more than anything else. The girls riff off each other, but multiple parallel conversations gradually pare down until the slightly deus ex machina sad end.

Anyone who has ever been on a team, watched a team, or has been the parent of anyone on a team will love this. Which includes just about everybody.