It’s 1953. An actress who might be Marilyn Monroe knocks on the door of a dingy hotel room where a Professor – Albert Einstein? – is calculating the shape of the universe. Her husband, a baseball player, is jealous. And a zealous, sweaty Senator is looking for “Reds.” Terry Johnson (of The Nora’s Hysteria) conjures up a comedic fantasy questioning the moral and political dangers of fame and celebrity worship.