If Lauren Weedman is an acquired taste, I've acquired it. She's a gust from the satiric jet stream, blown east from Los Angeles for an 18-day stand at Studio Theatre. Imagine the agitated test-tube offspring of Diane Keaton and Robin Williams, emerging from four hours of bumper-to-bumper traffic on Interstate 405, and you'll have some idea of the frazzled, protean state of her comically tortured mind. Read full artic…
SOURCE: Washington Post at 12:57AM on December 6, 2011