This new comedy by Jason Grote about comic books, ghosts, and incest is all kinds of good: Its humor is brutal, its characters are lively and bizarre, and its plot is surprising. Instead of wanting to leave during intermission, I found myself impatient for act two to begin. Brandon Ryan plays the lead as a whirlwind of anxious tics and squeaks—and if you were an aspiring comic-book artist who lived with your neurotic mother, had a massive crush on your cousin, and saw shape-shifters who shouted in German, you'd be a whirlwind of tics, too. (Theater Schmeater, 1500 Summit Ave, 324-5801. 8 pm, $18 adv/$21 DOS. Through June 6.) by Brendan Kiley


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