The Mint Theater Company proves that an old chestnut--first produced in 1909--can be superbly performed, staged and costumed without a huge budget. A decisive man in London announces that he's leaving behind a secure job to seek his fortune "Down Under" (I can relate to that!) and all hell breaks loose in the family of couple from whom he rents a room. That Chains was written by a woman helped me feel less guilty about the waves of sympathy I had for the intense young husband (Jeremy Beck) who briefly thinks he can escape the prison of a dull job that affords him little more than the weekend pleasure of barely growing peas in the backyard. Everything has changed. Nothing has changed.
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