EDMONTON -- In the very centre of darkest Wisconsin there flows the river Nut. Well, actually, flows is probably too grand a term for this undersized rivulet. On the banks of this modest stream then, there is no city, no town - just the Nut River Lodge, a country inn where you sit on uncomfortable wooden chairs, eat unpalatable food and watch the Nut, uh, flow by. It's no surprise that nobody comes.

The trip from Oshkosh, Wisconsin, to the lodge is a journey worthy of the best screwball comedies. Playwright Stewart Lemoine's deft On the Banks of the Nut, now running at the Varscona Theatre, bubbles and fizzes with an internal logic that defies description.
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