I Never Sang for My Father

Audiences at Keen Company’s phlegmatic revival of Robert Anderson’s 1968 dramatherapy exercise seem to fall into two camps: those who should bring a handkerchief, and those who should bring a pillow. Count us with the latter. Matt Servitto does yeoman’s work in the central role of this musty family drama, but director Jonathan Silverstein elicits stagey, slightly time-delayed performances from Keir Dullea and Marsha Mason as Servitto’s deteriorating parents.—Adam Feldman