4 out of 5 stars

You could hardly honor Eugene Ionesco's absurdist legacy more faithfully than the Resident Acting Company does with its revival of "The Bald Soprano." The cast's impassioned, deadpan delivery of his addled dialogue is both hilarious and vaguely disturbing. Set in a seemingly traditional English drawing room marred by a clock striking impossible hours, the play, with its calculated nonsense, is meant to reflect a loss of human connection in a mid-century world disrupted by new technology, hot and cold wars, and collapsing social norms. Those associations also strike a chord 75 years later. So does the chaotic stream of nonsense. — Adam Z. Horvath

At the Sheen Center for Thought and Culture's Frank Shiner Theatre, through Nov. 1, 2026; racnyc.org.