Transatlantica

Operating Theater's revival of Kenny Finkle's comedy, about a therapist whose visitors keep dying and coming back to life, attempts an Albee-like absurdist meditation on death and love, interspersed with frantic Marx Brothers–type wordplay, and overlaid with a visual style that suggests Pee-wee’s Playhouse filtered through Edgar Allan Poe. It might be a spoof—but of what? Psychotherapy? British mysteries? Bad independent theater?—Jonathan Mandell