When you go see Warner Shook’s take on The Prisoner of Second Avenue (at ACT through May 29), you hear people laughing almost constantly. You can amass a typology of laughter out of the evening: the amused snort at put-downs, chortle of schadenfreude, horse laugh of impropriety, belly laugh of communal satisfaction. Yet the plot synopsis would include sudden unemployment, deteriorating mental health, and televised intimations of the breakdown of civil society. What’s so damn funny? Continue reading ACT’s Prisoner of Second Avenue Worries at Your Funny Bone (Review)