In Anne Washburn's disquieting new drama, a group of old friends -- most of whom have widely lost touch -- are reunited for the funeral of one their own. Washburn's expertise in blurring the lines between the real and surreal compounds the unease as the friends scour their memories of the past and cope with stark reminders of their own mortality.
Touching, and exactly the tone of existential that we recognize in old friends. The friends really love each other, and their kids really want ants in the desert to eat and live. Which is enough to be a tragedy.