This review is pointless; the show's run is over. But, then, a skeptic conducting a seance is kind of pointless, too. Sometimes the most meaningful things you can do have no good rationale.

Few shows have ever made me laugh as hard as this one. There are gold-medal lines that will probably haunt the back of my mind like a ghost for some time, all delivered with a kind of over-the-top showmanship that cracks a little around the seams. The show, of course, can't be taken seriously. The good doctor/medium instructs audience members in appropriate reactions to questions, fakes his way around botched reveals, and the spectacle is haunted by a distinct lack of any ghosts whatsoever. Some things get goopy, but never spooky - and everything has a kind of wink-wink quality to it.

Except, that is, for an underlying vulnerability that borders on desperation. The game of the show is that you have to keep playing along as if none of it means anything, even though, increasingly, it becomes clear that it does mean something to the medium. Or, rather, it means something that it should mean something. Is that getting murky? Are the lights dimming?

The Importance of Being Haunted is sweet, poignant, hilarious. It's so fun that you might not even notice how good the performance is, or how the show is so well crafted that never a moment drags or dims. Maybe the best craft, after all, is invisible. Maybe it's in the room with us right now.