<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>In this hilarious follow-up to&nbsp;</span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Give My Regards to Nowhere</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> Chicago director Dwayne Finnegan has another crack at the big time if only his production of&nbsp;</span><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Romeo and Juliet</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>&nbsp;can shine. However Dwayne shares rehearsal space with a cult that takes trips on LSD-like ayahuasca and believes Dwayne's production is evil. The cult sabotages him. His actors rebel. His publicist gets entangled with a loan shark. Bones are broken the production drops into chaos Dwayne's marriage hangs by a thread but despite it all the show must go on.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><span>???</span>Richard Engling knows Chicago's famously chaotic and glorious storefront theater scene like the back of his hand. It's the perfect setting for absurd comic hi-jinx.</span></p><p>- Chris Jones&nbsp;<em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Chicago Tribune</em></p><p><br></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><span>??</span></em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>As Carl Hiaasen does with his Florida-based satirical crime novels Engling's gloriously silly narrative allows his readers to witness how the sausage gets made which isn't always pretty but is often eye-opening. Engling's satire on storefront theatre is thoroughly entertaining from start to finish.</span></p><p>-&nbsp;<em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>ChicagoOnStage</em></p>