"The production has been put together so assiduously with an eye on the ridiculous that even when something goes wrong it feels in the spirit of the piece. Baron's scrupulous attentions—the timing of the physical comedy is particularly astute—mean the world he's created is believably harebrained enough to accommodate even the amusing little technical gaffes that popped up now and again opening weekend (props that don't work are just another reason for the cast to have permission to play). And Kennan in top form means gut-busting in every sense of the word. You'll laugh freely and frequently, and likely be socked into recognition that this outlandish universe is uncomfortably close to the one we're barely surviving outside the theater's doors." ––Steve Wiecking 9/14/2005

"Accidental Death of an Anarchist debuted in 1970, less than a year after the dubious event (and subsequent police cover-up) named in the title. The play is razor-sharp, extremely funny, and, as the Strawberry Theater Workshop gang really, really wants you to know, desperately relevant to present-day America. Because—I'm not sure if you noticed—but our government fucking sucks... The subtle yet manic comedy (expertly executed by a fine cast) highlights the absurdity of bureaucratic corruption with painful perfection." ––Lindy West 9/22/2005

"The first theater production I've seen that's come even close to addressing the fear and failure of empathy that gave rise to the horrors at Abu Ghraib—and it accomplished this feat while the audience was cackling at a perfect gag ballet involving a coiled telephone cord. Baron says he "agree[s] wholeheartedly with the Fo thesis that any serious matter is best accepted by the audience when it's accompanied by laughter." His tightly wound production of Accidental Death had me convinced." ––Annie Wagner, 10/13/2005
"To laugh along, you need to accept that the buffoon Kennan portrays so dexterously in Strawberry Theatre Workshop's production is a self-described "histromaniac"—a compulsive imposter who delights in quick-changes of identity. And that he cons frantic police officials into believing he's an eminent psychiatrist one minute, a supreme court judge the next. Nailing the impish spirit and dizzying tempo of Fo's very Italian farces on an American stage is never a piece of cake. Fortunately, Strawberry Theatre Workshop's Accidental Death of an Anarchist is better at it than a less-coherent stab at Fo's Archangels Don't Play Pinball by Capitol Hill Arts Center was last spring." ––Misha Berson 9/22/2005