Review: The Secretaries

The time is 1994; the place is Big Bone, Oregon, a company town run by the Cooney Lumber Mill, an old-fashioned firm with a high fatality rate and, for reasons never quite explained, a reputation for employing only the best secretaries in the world. They are, by their own admission, a clique, dressed in pink cashmere sweaters and pencil skirts, slurping SlimFast and communicating in giggles and chittering chipmunk noises. Also, once each month, they murder a man and chop his body into pieces.

There’s blood in the typing pool in Profile Theatre’s ‘The Secretaries’