King of the Yees
Brody, the director, has the unenviable task of making Yee’s deliberately unstable theatrical architecture feel like a coherent evening rather than an assortment of comic sketches held together by a family name. His production, which gradually expands from a relatively contained rehearsal-room comedy into an extravagant excursion through Chinatown’s folklore and popular mythology, finds its footing in the contras…