Nine floors above Times Square, Adam Driver hurtled through a door — or what would become a door once the set was fully built — thundering about the traffic, the parking, the trash. “This street’s dying of crotch rot,” he bellowed.
“Do I know you?” Keri Russell asked coolly.
It was the second week of rehearsals for Lanford Wilson’s “Burn This,” a combustible 1987 play about the unlikely romance between Anna (Ms. Russell), a serious-minded choreographer, and Pale (Mr. Driver), a hothead restaurant manager. Anna has a gentlemanly boyfriend, Burton. Pale has a wife, two kids and a line of cocaine where his superego should be. If you tried to match them on Tinder, your phone might explode. Still, anguish and pheromones jolt them into love or lust or something more relentless.
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