Jane Martin's scathing critique of middle-American values offers a lesson in the art of taking responsibility and apologizing. Too bad Bush wasn't at this Open Eye Productions show. In Martin's 1994 script, three bumbling brothers gather in a toxic-waste dump to pay tribute to the girl that got away, but they end up prostrating themselves for the sins of the patriarchy. Martin spares no sacred cows, though (s)he--the playwright's true identity remains the longest-running theatrical mystery since The Mousetrap--keeps things on a light middlebrow level: God visits the brothers in the form of a white-trash trinity. David Beck (in Abe Lincoln drag) contributes a hilarious performance as the worst of the three brothers, and in Deanna Zibello's imaginative set, rusty oil drums share space with the burned-out hull of a car--and when it rains, it actually pours. Through 12/18: Thu-Sat 8 PM, Sun 7 PM. No show Thu 11/25. National Pastime Theater, 4139 N. Broadway, 773-281-0958. $15-$18.