The Designated Mourner

By Richard Zoglin Sunday, July 02, 2000
    • Only 30 people a night can see this three-hour play, being performed for 10 weeks in a decrepit former men's club near Wall Street. You climb three flights of stairs to find the stage, where Shawn (one of three actors) and director Andre Gregory greet you; after an intermission (snacks provided) you climb another flight for the second act. This too-New-York-for-words theater happening is actually less pretentious than one might fear, and the play--a series of monologues set in a totalitarian society where intellectuals have fallen victim to the masses--nicely combines Pinterian menace with caustic political commentary. Maybe someday the masses will get to see it.