Truth be told, I have not wanted to see any theater for many many many many months. I saw a play in Madrid, that was supposed to be the hottest show in town -- based on the Chechen takeover of a Russian theater several years back. It was kind of interesting, but hard to totally buy, esp with the translation etc.
But last night I saw something that was really fulfilling -- it's playing for another week in NYC and I highly recommend it. The show is, of course, Pig Iron's Chekhov Lizardbrain. A wonderfully funny/poignant/bizarre/fascinating layering of stories and realities -- Chekhov's Three Sisters, a botanist returning to his hometown of Oswego NY and buys the house of his childhood acquaintances, and the hypnotizing "logic" of the autistic mind. It faintly reminded me of the novel The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time but way more adventurous in imagination. The actors are fan-fucking-tastic. Catch it if you can at the OHIO.
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