Circle Theatre’s production of Venus in Fur came at a difficult time. The implosion of Dead Writers Theatre Collective had reached its apex and I had finished reading the disturbing stories covered by PerfromInk mere hours before arriving to Heartland Studio. All of these unsettling tales of actresses being mistreated by a director followed by a play where the interactions between the on stage director and the on stage actress were unsavory (to say the least) was a bit of a sensory overload. It was uncomfortable. It was abrasive. It was exactly what this production wanted to be.