Buck Creek Players; directed by Kari Ann Stamatoplos.
Steve Martin should stick to sappy comedy movies, because his venture into playwriting is just not funny. Period. His idea — what would happen if young Einstein and Picasso met at a bar in Paris — has no zing whatsoever. You can tell what are supposed to be jokes, but they flop every time, and are not aided by the cast’s deadpan delivery of them. While not bad performers, the cast just has no spark for the material. And the end, which is supposed to be wacky, is just dumb. Through March 25; 317-862-2270.