Review: FUDDY MEERS, The Theatre Factory

'Burgh Vivant: Monday mornings are bad enough. When the harsh, unsympathetic blast of the digital alarm clock pierces your ears at 5am, imagine having your life and identity explained to you by a stranger who introduces himself as your husband, just as he’s done every morning prior, because a traumatic incident has left you with a case of amnesia that erases your memory each time you fall asleep. You may sensibly opt for the snooze button, though any such thoughts of reprieve are dashed when a manic man in a mask appears, tells you that you’re in great danger, and steals you away in his vehicle to destinations yet unknown.