A play centering on the tensions between a political demagogue and the tailor who makes his suit

In his Upper East Side atelier, a bespoke tailor, Anselm Kassar, is persuaded by the vulgar real estate mogul turned presidential candidate Kurt Seaman to make him the perfect suit. A suit to stun them at the final debate before the election, a suit for him to wear while he takes on his unnamed female opponent. Kassar agrees to make Seaman a suit with magical powers of persuasion, to allow him to close the deal with the American people.

Over the course of three fittings for this exorbitantly expensive and totemic vicuna suit, Seaman cajoles and spars with the tailor and his young Muslim apprentice, Amir. Amir’s challenges to Seaman and Seaman’s daughter Srilanka over the dangerously xenophobic and inflammatory rhetoric coming out of the campaign make the fittings increasingly volatile in the genteel atelier. Vulnerabilities are exploited masterfully by the candidate, in the manner of a true sociopath with a perfect instinct for other people’s weaknesses.

Coming out of an election season that laid bare the rage in much of America, Jon Robin Baitz’s Vicuna is an astute satire of what–or who–it takes to bring those anxieties to the fore.