Poor Me, Pour Me Another: WSC Avant Bard’s No Man’s Land, reviewed.

Christopher Henley and Brian Hemmingsen.

Christopher Henley and Brian Hemmingsen.

Allow myself to quote myself: Harold Pinter’s No Man’s Land is a 38-year-old Rubik’s Cube covered in Rorschach blots, a confounding examination of memory and masculinity that resists easy interpretation like an Aikido master shrugging off an unwanted bear hug. I wrestle with that bear — er, WSC Avant Bard’s production of that bear-hug-avoiding Aikido master of a play, that is — in this week’s Washington City Paper.

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