The Killing Room

Two decrepit brother-despots enjoy the last perquisite of power in Australian playwright Daniel Keene's lurid, logorrheic, tonally nutty postapocalyptic horror comedy. Nick Flint’s production flings its arms around the barminess; clearly everyone has signed up for a kind of end-of-days bouffon, but derivative Beckett rarely works out well. Only a pair of Ab Fab–esque harpies keeps you from rooting for Armageddon.—Helen Shaw