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October 4, 2011

Wild goose is on the menu in “Dreams of Flying Dreams of Falling,” the new play by Adam Rapp that opened on Monday night at the Classic Stage Company, where the Atlantic Theater Company is in temporary residence. I repeat: wild goose. Can you guess where I’m going with this?

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October 4, 2011

Not only is Adam Rapp prolific, but you never know what he’s going to come up with next. In the past 18 months alone, he delivered the censorship drama “The Metal Children”; combined three plays set in different eras, including a scary future, into “The Hallway Trilogy”; and reworked “Animals & Plants,” a surreal locked-motel-room mystery.

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October 3, 2011

You know you’re not at an ordinary dinner party when two of the guests have crazy sex on the serving table, the maid hauls in the carcasses of dead geese, and the sky takes on unnatural colors. You also might suspect the heavy hand of a playwright indulging in not-so-subtle symbolism along with the odd behavior and weird weather.

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October 4, 2011

There’s a heavy dose of symbolism in Adam Rapp’s oddly compelling new play, Dreams of Flying Dreams of Falling, being presented by the Atlantic Theater Company at Classic Stage Company’s East 13th Street Theatre. And while certain of the play’s passages come across as a little too heavy-handed, there’s plenty of meaty dialogue and bizarre interactions for director Neil Pepe and his talented cast — led by the superb Christine Lahti — to dig into.

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October 3, 2011

Adam Rapp writes funny lines for scary people. That’s not a shabby talent and it’s on smart display in "Dreams of Flying Dreams of Falling," an absurdist comedy of manners about the primal instincts that surface when a rich and pretentious Connecticut couple host an intimate dinner party. Neil Pepe’s slickly helmed production for the Atlantic Theater Company puts scribe’s skills in the best possible light. But, comes the reckoning, Rapp doesn’t deliver the goods. For all the savage talk and bestial imagery, there are no teeth — and consequently no bite — to this offbeat but superficial comedy.

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