As if Melinda McCrary's stellar work in Fuddy Meers weren't enough, Scott Cordes and Nancy Marcy brilliantly embodied the looniest members of the year's sickest onstage family. As Cordes limped and lisped his way through David Lindsay-Abaire's quirky, complicated script, you weren't sure if he was going to go postal or implode. And Marcy's poststroke matriarch was speaking some language in which the alphabet had been shaken up in a Scrabble bag.
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