Adam Rapp is among our most restless and prolific playwrights. His dramas (seemingly one or more per year) bounce around in genre, time, and tone,
sometimes even in the same work, as in his Hallway Trilogy. What unites his plays is a stark focus on human cruelty offset by a startling and deeply felt strain of romanticism. Rapp’s last play, Dreams of Flying, Dreams of Falling, seemed to drift into the past, proffering an absurdist mid-centuryish meditation on brutality and bloodthirstiness in an elegant Connecticut manse. His latest, Through the Yellow Hour, at Rattlestick Playwrights Theater, looks into the future at an America in the midst of a social and political cataclysm marked by terror, castration, starvation, and, if we know Rapp, worse things, too. In these dark times, one woman attempts to save herself.
Mondays, Wednesdays, Sundays, 7:30 p.m.; Thursdays-Saturdays, 8 p.m.; Saturdays, 2 p.m. Starts: Sept. 16. Continues through Nov. 10, 2012
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