Experimental, interesting, and conceptually advanced, this play has a lot of room for beautiful, jarring visuals and physical character work. Characters are loveable, creating an utmost sorrowful and upsetting atmosphere.

This feels like a horror play and not just because of the suddenly growing trees or talking cats. An element of great horror is when the audience knows more than the character. We know the symptoms Aurora is dealing with and all we can do is watch her stay in denial praying that she will soon get help.

Wanamaker's "352" may literally be a fever dream, as Aurora is ill but denial leads her to do nothing about it. So, impossible things happen: horrific, illogical, beautiful, and deadly. Even with the love, affection, and concern of Perrault, the best cat companion ever, I worry for Aurora. "352" is unsettling.