PASSIONE by Albert Innaurato
If a rat designed a kitchen, this would be it. Everything is dingy, dirty, tattletale gray. The refrigerator, the table, the washername itit is dusty and either sags or tilts. At stage left is the adjoining bedroom, crammed with cardboard boxes.
Like a canny Hollywood factotum, Playwright Innaurato has followed Gemini with Gemini II. Again, he writes about an Italo-American clan at warmer than room temperature. The emotionally suppurating wounds are redder than the red badge of self-exonerating cowardice.
Again, rollicking ethnic humor is couched in lacerating ethnic self-contempt. Someone...
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