From the pre-show carousel ride, through the first scene with girls wearing bloomers engaged in simulated sex under a strobe light, to the last, moving number by Waters, the production was a little intoxicating, at times a bit nauseating, and never quite exactly what one might expect.

I often found myself wondering what I was going to have for dinner as the songs played out on stage.

Sam Shepard, a contemporary American playwright, is considered to be the leader of the avant-garde movement in theater, and his plays can be difficult to categorize.

We never see any of the characters making any absolute statements as to whose version of reality is the better one. This leaves the audience questioning their own realities—honestly questioning, something that theater rarely gets the audience as a whole to do.