Only days away from opening downtown in Samuel Beckett’s Endgame, a beleaguered theatre troupe gets sucked into the furor of the debate over the US of A’s occupation of the Middle East. As their director whimsically shifts gears on the whole production, they are forced to confront big issues, political and personal, and ask big questions: Where does imperialism fit into the 21st century? How do we distinguish between sacred traditions and antiquated infringements of human rights? And when do we break for lunch? An irreverent satire of ideological, metaphysical, and theatrocological stagnation.