“But I have to say that when Ruth and Eileen, the two transplants from Columbus, Ohio, arrive in their subterranean Greenwich Village hovel (in Todd Rosenthal’s droll, primary-colored design, the dump arrives from the pit, as if from hell) and encounter a dude playing a cockroach in a giant suit designed by the inspired costumer Ana Kuzmanic, it is really funny. Really funny. When the giant insect then exits through the refrigerator, excessive guffaws could be heard Sunday night coming from the posh seats.”

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