RAIN. SOME FISH. NO ELEPHANTS.

In the future, after the global ecological disaster, so much that makes life worth living has been outlawed. One family refuses to submit. Will their small act of rebellion lead to a future where science no longer dominates humanity but serves it?  ,  ,&ldquo,In Y York&rsquo,s futuristic comedy RAIN. SOME FISH. NO ELEPHANTS., genetic engineering has produced a submissive nation of clones and drones. Everything is gene coded so all individuality can be obliterated, except for one stubbornly old-fashioned family trying to thaw the perpetual nuclear winter. That winter is actually an endless floodlike rainy season. The play&hellip,begins as a kind of science-fiction variation on YOU CAN&rsquo,T TAKE IT WITH YOU with a wildly eccentric family resolutely staying out of the mainstream. In this case, the father is a crank who has quit his scientific post in a dehumanizing laboratory to go fishing. He neglects his suicidal wife and their two very odd daughters. The catalyst for renewal is a black man, cloned to be a member of a faceless servant class. Removed from his diet of &lsquo,stoppers&rsquo,, pills that deny incentive, he becomes a rebel. As conceived by York&hellip,he is an engaging figure, awakening to his personality as well as to his racial identity&hellip, [Y York] has created a thought provoking comic parable about mankind&rsquo,s indomitability. As much as anything, the play is concerned with the survival of history itself &hellip,&rdquo, Mel Gussow, The New York Times_,