*Online Premiere* A young woman goes on a date with a man who never stops talking. This sad but true comedy from Annabelle Attanasio calls out egotistical men who love to hear themselves speak but aren’t quite as interested in listening. “Frankie Keeps Talking” uses wonderful physical comedy and subtly elaborate choreography in service of an absurdist farce dealing incisive blows against the patriarchy. From the beginning, Frankie gives off warning signs — his clever, seemingly rehearsed repartee about coffee and cigarettes, foggy mornings and Leonard Cohen, never feels completely genuine, but the woman (pointedly unnamed) gives him the benefit of the doubt. She tries to engage, perks up, leans in, would like to talk now. Oblivious to her body language, he just keeps on spewing, louder and louder until he screams in her face causing her to recoil and spill her coffee. When she returns to the table (after cleaning up the mess he’s caused), something odd has occurred that shifts us further into the absurd. Getting an effectively douchey performance from Alex Hurt —man as scene-builder, as tone-setter, as general expert on all things — against Attanasio herself as the woman who must go to drastic lengths to shut him up, giving a wonderfully committed performance that begins patiently and ends with a bang. (7 minutes) Written and Directed by Annabelle Attanasio. Starring Alex Hurt, Annabelle Attanasio. Produced by Lizzie Shapiro and Zach Nutman. Director of Photography: Leo Purman. Editor: Henry Hayes. Production Design: Tyler McGillivary.