October 8, 2005; closes October 15, 2005
I saw only Act One, enough to know this contrived, junior-high Midsummer knockoff was a singsong cliché of everything I dislike about Shakespeare. If Act Two changed bearings, too little too late. Shallow, uneasy acting; blind, haphazard directing. Tribe’s been a volunteer seed of ingenuity, but tonight was just hayseed.