We all need our little rituals to get by. Those employed by the agoraphobic, all-male household depicted in Enda Walsh's The Walworth Farce -- a Druid Theater Company of Galway production now at St. Ann's Warehouse -- are a bit more elaborate than most. As a result, audiences may be thoroughly confounded for much of the play, but the intriguingly fractured picture eventually comes into focus.

There are two locales involved, though we see only one: a South London council flat, which designer Sabine Dargent has rendered convincingly scuzzy. The other setting, summoned solely in imagination, is a fancy suburban house overlooking the Irish city of Cork, where this dysfunctional trio once enjo[...]