I often feel like I need a bath after a Sam Shepard play, and “Buried Child” is no exception.
The specter of a dead child, a question of identity and extreme family dysfunction haunt this 1979 Pulitzer Prize winner, in shifting patterns of memory, reality and delusion.
Lisa Berger directs the bleak and creepy black comedy “Buried Child” through April 22 at New Village Arts Theatre.
In a dilapidated farmhouse somewhere in Illinois, an old man named Dodge (Jack Missett), thin and frail, sits drinking himself to death on a couch in front of a seldom-watched but flickering TV.