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Huggins, whose straight-laced demeanor recalls Dennis the Menace's dad, contrasts well with Adam G.'s brazen pretender. Zagoren's gonzo scene-stealer and Lively's over-programmed spouse are adeptly lunatic, and Eiland is a hoot."
- David C. Nichols (LA TIMES) on “NATURAL SELECTION”
Huggins, Zagoren, Adam G and Marie Lively (as Henry's blog-obsessed homemaker wife) are hilarious in their performances
- Mayank Keshaviah (LA WEEKLY) on “NATURAL SELECTION”
Choosing my profession was a natural manifestation of my personality. Not precisely the same way as Peter Sellers in “Being There,” but I preferred to watch. I could leave the performance, be it a political campaign speech or a jailhouse interview with a murderer, without having to render a judgment — indeed, barred by the journalistic code of objectivity from rendering one.
- Sam Roberts (THE NEW YORK TIMES) on “THE BROTHER”
Zagoren seems to have studied at the Charlie Kaufman School of Self-Conscious Wackiness. - Kerry Reid (CHICAGO TRIBUNE) on “REAL AURAL TALENT” Mr. Zagoren, please share whatever you’ve been smoking with the rest of the class. - The CHICAGOIST.com on “THE TEMP” The upside is: Zagoren, who has an expressive face that is very entertaining to watch and proves he has a future in something other than mugging. - Tony Adler (CHICAGO READER) on “The Road to Hobo Junction” Extortion is funny, violence is hilarious, and murder provokes a smirk in Bad Guys in Suits, Hobo Junction’s quirky late-night tribute to the hardest times our hard-time town has ever known. It’s 1933 and the mob rules Chicago with an iron fist. When you’re not waiting on a bread line or begging for work, you take solace in a radio voice urging you to keep your chin up.Sound like a riot? Writer Josh Zagoren makes it work, layering juvenile humor, post-modern satire, and timeless sight gags into this dark but not too bleak original work. The show largely sticks to reliable formulas. A live set of period music sets an ironically upbeat mood. Mobsters, their prey, and some show-stopping eccentrics relate their tales while fortunes intertwine in a series of comic pratfalls and the final, over-the-top confrontation resolves somewhat happily.The broadest pratfalls, familiar even in the '30s, involve the hapless mobsters. Leo brings his overbearing girlfriend along on assignment. Gustav tries in vain to look hardened in a ridiculous red hat. Gaspar devises elaborate disguises but can’t seem to find his mark.The zaniest stuff is much more contemporary, hilarious even if not entirely respectful of the Depression survivors to which this show pays tribute. Clichéd voiceovers sidetrack to streams of consciousness. A stripper with a ridiculous name and an impressive baritone slyly sings of self-love. A cannibal butcher harmonizes with the parts scattered on his chopping. [Worth] braving the Rogers Park parking drought and red line delays for this hour of solid laughs. - Justin Sondak (CHICAGOIST.COM) on “BAD GUYS IN SUITS” Anyone who's spent time in the trenches of food service should appreciate Hobo Junction's latest comedy, set in the break room at a nameless chain restaurant on the night that everything goes to hell: they run out of supplies, the toilets back up, undercover "shoppers" are in the house, and there's a saboteur on the loose. There's not a lot of meat on these comedic bones, but like buffalo wings at a sports bar, Josh Zagoren's script has enough spice and tang to make for a pleasant diversion. Ben Lasser's direction focuses on loud, fast, and out of control, but at a trim hour, there really isn't time to get annoyed. And that sculptural mountain of cigarette butts front and center? Genius. - Kerry Reid (CHICAGO READER) on “THE REGULARS”
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