Take one part Beckett non-sequiturs. Add equal parts patented Ionesco loneliness and absurdity. Add a measure of Greek mythology, a heavy dollop of Irish wit, and a piquant dash of Hiberno-English slyness. Shake violently, pour the contents into the empty swimming pool of a dry, decaying, California-style seaside mansion that's been magically teleported to the [...]
SOURCE: DC Theatre Scene at 07:29AM on March 18, 2011