Sunday Breakfast (by Emery Rubio & Miriam Balf) brought one of the weakest theatrical seasons in living memory to a rather respectable close. Though an inexpert play, and less a play than a picture, this American National Theater & Academy offering is veined with honest purpose and streaked with effective observation. A study of a family, it portrays the frazzled emotions and jangled nerves, the inner gnawing that makes for outward nagging, of lives lived under constant pressure. A harassed jeweler (Anthony Ross) lives over his shop with his long-suffering, short-tempered wife (Margaret Feury). Their son won't take a job in...
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