<cite>August: Osage County</cite>: A Soapy Drama With No Guiding Light, by Peter Marks
Reading the rhapsodic reviews of <cite>August: Osage County</cite> by various critics over the past week put me in mind of the woman at the table next to the supposedly aroused Meg Ryan in the film <cite>When Harry Met Sally</cite>: I wanted to have what they were having. So after the first wave of rave notices, I went eagerly to the Imperial Theatre, expecting the promised catharses at every turn. Well, talk about f…