Some day, the earnest young writers and thespians who mounted this modern take on the Rumpelstiltskin fairy tale will look back, and they will laugh their butts off.
The 60-minute drama has good bones and a cool concept: a textiles mogul on trial for six murders faces his accusers in court, with flashbacks showing how he lured his latest victims.
It’s all pretty ho-hum, what-fringe-is-about stuff until Stiltskin explains his motives in a spectacularly demented scene that careens so far off the rails it’s painful — painfully funny. So wrong, on so many ludicrous levels, it’s downright wicked.
— Pat St. Germain