Edward Gorey, according to "Born to Be Posthumous," loved the same sort of camp-gothic, queer-inflected Edwardian nonsense onstage that he loved in his literary output. Near the end of his life, he directed surrealist revues based on his own works, some of which have been re-adapted here. I can't imagine what it would be like seeing this play live... is it good? Is it terrible? It's very Edward Gorey, and almost none of the usual standards of taste really apply.