"Wallace Shawn is up to his old tricks again: pricking the conscience of right-on, left-leaning theatergoers. No one does that better than this impish, idiosyncratic polymath, who, at seventy-two, still comes across as precocious--probably because we resent him flagging our complacent complicity in all the world's ills."--Variety "The play stops, but has no ending. It is for us to try to answer its bleak questions, to see what it might...