I'm seeing it tomorrow. I'm familiar with all three plays, having been in The Sandbox in college and read the Fornes and the Kennedy. The term "experimental theater" gets thrown around with such casualness nowadays, but these are the true pioneers of the form. The Sandbox is exciting because it allows you to see an early work from a contemporary American master, still finding his voice. I'd venture to say it's not an evening for the nonadventurous theatergoer -- After Eight has probably already seen it and hated it -- but it's one of my must-sees right now.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body