Sheer insanity from a master of insanity. The deep, painful themes of this play are made slightly easier to bear by the ridiculous plotting and strange staging techniques. Love, death, divorce, miscarriages, are all dealt with in such an abstract manner that they seem totally removed from the things we all live each and every day, even though we still remain painfully aware that these are, in fact, the things we all deal with each day. If I may be permitted the oxymoron, this black comedy has a savage gentleness that touches wounds, in fact rips them open, but still allows you to laugh at the blood. Few people will be fortunate enough in their life to write like this; the rest of us are fortunate that Christopher Durang can. Not for people who demand reality in art. ( )