Sorcerer is a play about the pleasures of being with others and of being alone. Three friends share a long and unremarkable conversation, finding contentment in the placid, eerie rhythms of a sitcom in which conflict never arises.
Unease is mechanically exported to the set: the stage is demarcated by unnecessarily hot radiators; the sound is relentlessly hissy, the result of dozens of microphones hidden in the furniture and under the floor. When two of the friends go home for the night, the remaining one watches TV, dances, and takes apart their face in front of a giant mirror.