June 4, 2005; closes June 25, 2005
What’s it mean again when ¾ of play is directed to face upstage, everyone speaking 1,400,000 speeches with little emotion or connection? Hammering hurt my head. Mud was curious, disturbing; moments of revelation, transformation; tiring scene-change schema. Bill Tripp’s excellent set floated like an orange island on a blue horizon.