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March 16, 2001

A fatal cloud hangs over the mirthless ménage à trois that is currently sulking and brooding for your entertainment at the American Airlines Theater. Oh sure, these poor, doomed lovers occasionally do madcap things like turning somersaults or prancing around in their underwear. But you can sense that they’ll never be happy, with or without one another. Soon enough — don’t you know it? — they’ll be drifting arm in arm down suicide lane.

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