Why does SWEAT appeal to us, as aging urban middle-to-upper-to-upper-upper-class theatergoers? Do we hope to understand? Relate? Gawk? What do we applaud?

Here’s what Chuck Schultz saw at the Idiopathic Ridiculopathy Consortium’s production of ALL IN THE TIMING by David Ives.

A collection of six short one-act comedies address the existentialist dilemma and pose the ubiquitous question, “What if?”