The backstage comedy has long been a favorite milieu for playwrights expressing their abiding love and keen irritation for all things theatrical.
Playwright John Morogiello takes the genre in a novel direction with “Blame it on Beckett,” now in its West Coast premiere at the Colony, exploring a dusty cranny of the theater that seldom sees the light of day.
The action transpires in the literary department of a struggling nonprofit, wittily evoked in scenic designer Stephen Gifford's claustrophobically cluttered set. The ruler of this obscure fiefdom is head dramaturg Jim Foley (Louis Lotorto, the stand-out of the show), a courageously sarcastic misanthrope who, like the doomed Fortunato, is walled in by towering stacks of unproduced and unproduceable scripts.
If playwrights were elephants, this would be their graveyard. But the dust in this creative charnel house flies with the arrival of ambitious wannabe dramaturg Heidi Bishop (a somewhat one-note Blythe Auffarth).