That the play's ideas skitter erratically before our eyes like a kid with Attention Deficit Disorder is very likely a deliberate ruse on Haskell's part. After all, the play's fast-food aesthetics perfectly embody his vision of the sort of culture that would embrace the idea of a shower-safe iPod. But the marriage of theme and form backfires. If only the dramatist were as direct and solution-oriented as Power was in front of those students back in May. Sadly, the pessimism and opacity of the production sit heavily in our bellies.