Okay, you thought Charles Isherwood was a crazy queen? You forgot about Hilton Als!
I've already deconstructed Charles Isherwood's review of Lydia Diamond's Stickfly - do I really have to do the same thing for the New Yorker's equally-erratic theatre queen, Hilton Als? I suppose I should, but frankly, I'm not sure I can - Als' truly bizarre pan of this smart, funny, complicated play simply defies description; his post on the New Yorker's "Culture Desk" is a critical (and psychological car cras…