Nobody comes, nobody goes, it's terrible.
Brilliantly written, brilliantly acted, brilliantly directed. Frederick Backus and Daniel Berkey sit, side by side at a table strewn with junk, trinkets from 5 and 10 stores, bits of food, a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. Two other chairs sit empty next to them. These two skilled performers turn Hopkins' dense comic phrases into hysterical gems of pain, boredom, and relief, eyes nearly always out at the audience, heads leaned in towards each other, almost touching. As clowns, the strength lies in the specificity of their choices, and the total commitment they give to each moment.