When Joseph Anthony directed this as a play in 1961, it was hailed as a good example of "theater of the absurd," so who better than Julian Barry, the head of the avant garde
Living Theatre, to write the adaptation? Before his death in 1985, Barry had squired his charges through many weird
plays. He will also be recalled for his portrayal as the knife-thin, pasty-faced killer in THE COTTON CLUB. Mostel starred on Broadway and repeats his role here as one of a coterie of people who are turning into rhinoceroses. It's a farce with metaphors and symbolism tossed in for bad measure. A
bunch of people sit around and talk about their plight while we hear the poundi...