I saw the world premiere opening of Ariel Dorfman’s Purgatorio at Seattle Rep last night. It’s the new artistic director’s first show there. It’s terrible. The set is nice, although blinding, migraine-causing white. It takes place in this strange bureaucratic version of purgatory where people who’ve done bad things shout about all the bad things they’ve done and whether or not they’re sorry or forgive the people they did them to. It’s two actors. I didn’t believe either of them for a second. The script is very weak. The actors are jittery and actor-ish and do that actor-yelling thing that drives me crazy, and when she actually needs to take things up a level at the climax she has nowhere else to go, because she’s been screamy from the get-go. Happily, it’s one act. But if I’d paid to see it, I’d have been sorely annoyed.