San Diego outdoors: Aida, animal tracks, rugby, SUP with dogs, 1800s Old Town, waterski and wakeboard
Indoors: WWI San Diego, complete history of theater, Christopher Plummer, pickles, Van Gogh-Gaughin, Martina McBride
11:50 a.m., June 28
Their father made them memorize Hamlet by age nine. Little did the three brothers know they'd live it. Gus and Otto, stuck in the Yukon woods, swill bourbon for breakfast. Harry, the third, tracks them down to learn about a Hamlet-like familial split years ago. Gordon MacDonald Wachsman's new play shows obvious talent, but needs a reigning in. Like a developing photograph, the play slowly moves into focus, but retains a general vagueness, compounded by characters uttering flashy, Joycean snippets (often more writerly showing off than character-inspired) that make it at times hard to follow. The script's a draft away, but the Ion Theatre production is bold, grimy, and trick-free. Ruff Yeager, Matt Scott, and Tom Hall play whopping hybrids: part Shakespearean thespian, part Neanderthal lout.