Stuff. The mountains of crap we attract and hoard over a lifetime. Absurdist playwright Eugene Ionesco made our existentially fraught relationship with possessions the topic of this plotless, nonsensical 1955 play in which the autocratic title character directs a pair of movers in the Sisyphean task of filling her apartment with bizarre objects. Blank Line Collective refuses to pamper the audience: the apartment performance space lacks both stage and seating. Still, the cast presents a compelling physical narrative, and Ionesco's commentary on the oppressive power of junk retains its potency, making this an effective hazing for newcomers to the Theater of the Absurd. --Keith Griffith
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