An isolated home on a lonely island. A marriage. Alice and Edgar aren’t popular, and they’re not particularly happy. In fact, they loathe each other, and have done for 25 years. Their mutual antipathy is blackly hilarious and seems to have its own equilibrium.
Into this duet of recrimination and resentment comes Kurt, Alice’s younger cousin. Kurt has a grudge against Edgar that goes way back. Alice senses a lever to gain the upper hand. Edgar is an old soldier, though; he knows how to keep his feet. And so the dance begins, a whirl around the stage until it’s hard to know who’s dancing with whom.