Danny Bowes | November 5, 2014 |City Weekly
Gina Gionfriddo's Rapture, Blister, Burn is an oddity as dramatic literature in that its digressions—about the history of feminism, horror films as political commentary, and similar subjects—where the actual drama is abandoned are far more interesting than the actual drama. A moderate-length essay on those subjects by the author would probably be quite interesting, but wedged into a thin, banal piece about two women's envy of each other's lives, it makes for a frustrating evening.
