What do we expect when the man continues to do his usual excellent job with the actors and the dialogue and the blocking and the timing and, oh, all that thespian stuff at Hyde Park Theatre, but also brings us something as sublime and transcendent as Annie Baker's The Aliens with the incomparable Jude Hickey in it? The instances when his directing choices most resemble a fail? When they keep this hardworking Webster, also a fine actor, off the stage himself.
