Unfortunately, there were no toys in this attic, unless you count the fitness hoops (I don’t want to assume they were Hula Hoops) that one of the performers twirled around her body during one of the countless acrobatic routines that, as a whole, went on way too long, even while exhibiting memorable talent and physicality.

The show is subtitled Things I’ve Seen While Lying on My Back, so it wasn’t really necessary to repeat that line over and over again, and yet.

Thank goodness there was some music to relieve the repetition-induced ennui, but even in that regard the one song I remember was Childless Mother, which only made me yearn for the Richie Havens Woodstock version of Motherless Child.

The most memorable scene may have been the one resembling a Stephen King-induced nightmare that featured hands coming up out of the mattress of a hospital bed.

The story line was confusing, even more so if you didn’t read the description ahead of time, with the absolute best thing being the three trapeze lessons, particularly the one about the weightlessness of the dead spot in aerial acts, which was apropos.