The East Wind. There are some evenings in the theater when no vestige of dramatic joy can be scented, tasted, felt, seen or heard. Manhattan's Lincoln Center Repertory Theater has provided far more than its foul share of such evenings. East Wind, by a 41-year-old Polish expatriate, Leo Lehman, is a mighty ill zephyr that further solidifies the company's reputation as the home of seasoned failures.
The plot, or what there is of it, concerns a malingering suicide. In Act I, he botches the job with a rope thick enough to tie up an ocean liner. In Act II, he simmers down...
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