I looked down at my hands, finally, away from the stage as the play ended -- and realized I had crushed my flimsy, disposable cup between my fingers until it was just twisted plastic in my bare hand. It was this visceral reaction that carried me through Act One and...
The set is bare-boned, simple, roughly hewn. Soft white lighting pours over actor Adam Turck’s shoulders. As he balances a rake between his hands, he repeats a string of words over and over, perfecting the New England accent that will carry him through Act One: “fuck...