Playwright Jeremy Menekseoglu apparently wants his audience to know there's a personal, possibly autobiographical dimension to his new show. Though the gloomy poem that gives the two-act melodrama its title is ostensibly the work of a character called Auberon, an onstage projection of its closing lines is signed with the initials "J.M." A handout of the full text of the poem also IDs Menekseoglu as its author. Trouble is, Menekseoglu never explains these cryptic gestures. The result is an odd, metatheatrical coyness: the production tells you just enough to let you know there's a secret you can't solve. On the plus side, you don't absolutely have to solve it. Presented in the manner of a silent movie, complete with dialogue cards, Menekseoglu's tale of a sweet girl caught in appallingly grim--even, as the play progresses, Holocaust-like--circumstances is compelling for its own sake. --Tony Adler
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