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Dressed for disco, he's the actor-manager of the troupe, demanding perfection while portraying the contractor with a zest bordering on ecstasy. But fool around enough and somebody ends up in tears. In act two some terrible shit hits the fan. The meaning of the farce is decoded, its consequences are made clear, and the trio's options are quickly reduced to zero. The most brilliant thing about Walsh's exceedingly brilliant script is the sense he creates that the play-within-the-play is a genuine collective fantasy, elaborated day in, day out over many years, until its kernel of truth has been all but obliterated by lies, appropriations, misrememberings, and an astoundingly dynamic sense of guilt. The cast of this Druid production at Chicago Shakespeare are hilarious with the detritus and heartbreaking with the truth.
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