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"Robert Dubac's one man comedy, "The Male Intellect (An Oxymoron)," speaks to those who think men and women are from different universes - in other words, most people. While one may have heard some of Dubac's musings elsewhere, most of the bits sparkle, and his use of narrative and other characters brings vitality to the one-man genre.

The play revolves around his persona of Bobby, a man
whose fiancée left him two weeks earlier, to his utter
confusion. "She says I had a bad memory," he begins, though he can't recall why.

He knows he's weighted down with all the baggage that comes with a penis, including true blindness to the human condition.

Frantically, he tries to cut through his chauvinistic upbringing to understand what women want. He hope that insight will bring him back together with his girlfriend.

Dubac portrays five other male characters, including a retired war hero who advises him to admit right away that all men are jerks, and Jean-Michel, a French exchange student who believes one must speak French and talk in undecipherable metaphors to women.

There's much for both sides to laugh at - or with. Women, Dubac says, dance to feel good. Men dance in hopes it'll lead to sex so they can feel food. Men go bald, he suggests, because they're always pulling at their hair in frustration over something they said that came out wrong.

In other words, the jokes are never derogatory, but with a sense of fun (this reviewer's wife says it's truth). With several long playdates across the country under his belt, Dubac's performance comes across as well-honed and personalized. Imagine Tim Allen with some of Woody Allen's angst."

- Christopher Meeks

DAILY VARIETY | December 13, 1994 | Review Index