Either way, by the time of the accompanying epilogue, the narrator's indignation and sarcasm devolve into little more than an awkward rant that closes the play without any sense that the journey in between has counted for anything.
When at the end the veil is again tossed over Gilgamesh, however, his posture is no longer erect, and his features bleed through; he leans desperately forward, his face just visible through the gauze, twisted into a frightened mask of everlasting perplexity. Shaikhani's expression tells us infinitely more here than any expert could and in doing so almost saves the show single-handedly at the last moment. A neat feat that would have been for a fallen superhero.
THE EPIC OF GILGAMESH WITH A LONG PROLOGUE
Through Sept. 2, $12$20
FriSat, 8 p.m.; Sun, 2 p.m.
Ashby Stage, 1901 Ashby, Berk.