Hotel Savoy

In Dominic Huber’s exercise in structured loneliness, set in the Goethe-Institut’s gorgeous Beaux Arts townhouse opposite the Met, every audience member enters this “hotel” singly, moving among rooms while occasionally escorted by seven untrustworthy Virgils. It's an interesting idea, but Huber can’t seem to decide between sending us through some dreamy “otherhotel,” riffing on Joseph Roth’s novel of the same name, or haunting us with the building’s actual history.—Helen Shaw