A fine production of a play that seems a bit smaller and more uncertain now that it did in the early 1990s. It's beautifully written, and here it's very well directed and performed, but the play itself doesn't have a clear sense of purpose. It proposes that each of us is more nearly connected than it would seem and that we're changed, sometimes imperceptibly, by these connections. Okay fine. But the class and race experiences, which are at the heart of this play, are ineradicable; they can't be bridged by identification, or the wide-eyed perception of relatedness, alone. Whether or not Guare is suggesting that they can be or that they should be is what's unclear. And this indefiniteness mars the play. What, finally, does the rich, white couple at the story's center, really understand? And what, if anything, can they or will they do about it? Now, twenty five years later, in our decidedly non post-racial and economically disparate times, this beautiful sounding play seems a bit credulous.