It’s hard to know what to make of this show. It’s an oddity. It looks like a play in much the same way as a large box on wheels looks like a car – it’s the nearest apparent thing. There are people, to be sure, and they speak, but any normal features are absent or heavily blurred. It has some impenetrable inner logic, and to sit through it is to be awash in bewilderment. It might have been written in one intensely productive bout of delirium. One needs a Zen-like ambivalence towards interpretation, but once you allow this there is a beating heart of original experience gleaming in the mist.
An airman breaks into a hospital room, for reasons best known to himself, and is a bit put-out when he finds out the two nurses there have been expecting him. It’s a bitterly awkward start, and even a bit uncomfortable to watch. Improbably, it all gets easier when the nurses turn out to be obsessive, unstable, and mildly delusional. What’s going through their minds not even God knows as they inflict their treatment of boiled eggs and milk, and it’s even more bizarre that the airman actually cooperates with all this.
Everyone blows off some steam without actually resolving everything and the story glides into finality as effortlessly as it started. You won’t walk away enlightened, or even entirely coherent, but you will have enjoyed the ride.
3/5 
Bernie Greenwood
