You Know I Can't Hear You When the Water's Running, by Robert Anderson, uses sex as a jump rope for four separate playlets, skipping over and over the subject all evening. The result is a trifle obsessive but thoroughly enjoyable.
The first one-acter is almost a Broad way in joke. Since Marat/Sade accustomed audiences to the sight of a man's naked backside, what are the prospects for a frontal confrontation? A deadserious playwright (George Grizzard) with integrity fever wants to stage precisely that. In the opening scene of his play, a man will be...
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