Until this moment, Douglas Carter Beane's off-Broadway-then-on-Broadway, poison-pen skewering of the capacious Hollywood closet was more likely to play at ACT than the more classics-minded, genteel Intiman. (In fact, director Fracaswell Hyman's last Intiman outing was To Kill a Mockingbird.) It turns out last season's Prayer for My Enemy was not a one-off experiment with a play whose characters know what a cell phone is.
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