Bobrauschenbergamerica
Playwright Charles L. Mee, darling of the American quasi avant-garde, delivers his usual pretentious noodlings in this aimless 2001 piece, which Robert Rauschenberg called a “parody of cliches of my thinking.” He was being generous. If you believe the critics, Mee’s 43 unrelated scenes–a homeless person directs an imaginary action movie, a scientist marvels at the basics of relativity, a guy dives repeatedly into a pile of laundry, everyone square-dances–explore the American ideals embodied in Rauschenberg’s exquisitely chaotic works....