If The Tempest belonged to Prospero's daughter, Miranda, instead of all those boys, it might look like Ingalls's 1983 novel Mrs. Caliban. In Limoncelli's high-spirited adaptation, it's a deeply funny story of grief and emotional shipwreck.

Dorothy (Barrie) cleans her perfectly white home morning after morning, once her emotionally distant husband has gone. Slowly but surely, life's disappointments congeal into a gentle madness, embodied by the arrival of a loving and lovable sea monster named Larry. Dorothy falls for the creature and begins to concoct an escape plan for the pair of them - not just to flee the scientists in pursuit of Larry but to break free from Dorothy's claustrophobic life.

While Brandon Wardell's sumptuous lights and Chelsea Warren's off-kilter white set aid Dorothy's journey from sanitized mourning to unbridled desire, the duty of grounding this fairy tale falls largely on the cast's capable shoulders. Barrie is as nimble as ever; whether dancing to alleviate the boredom of chores or wailing on the seashore to call her lover home, she lends the integrity of heartbreak to a story that could easily slide into the ridiculous. Greenberg's laconic and oddly sexy Larry, meanwhile, walks the line between laughable and tragic.