The dive that a drunk Alexander Okano took into a shallow pool at Psi Upsilon house, paralyzing him from the chest down, helped spur reforms to Trinity College’s fraternity culture that faculty members applauded.
It is sad when a playwright capable of such fine things as “The Zoo Story,” “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf?” and “Three Tall Women” drops turkeys like “The Man Who Had Three Arms,” “Tiny Alice” and “The Goat or Who is Sylvia?” to name only three of his most egregious efforts. Now “ Edward Albee’s Me, Myself & I” joins that pitiful list, dragging those excellent actors Elizabeth Ashley and Brian Murray with it.
The humor in “The Lady From Dubuque,” Edward Albee’s mysterious-stranger play, is drenched in acid. So much so that it’s easy to understand why critics dismissed it 22 years ago and audiences followed their advice.