Our Spring 2008 production was "NOISES OFF"  -  about a provincial English repertory company touring in a thoroughly tacky sex comedy called "Nothing On." A farce within a farce with six doors that slam and one that just swings, the first act is a dress rehearsal that correctly foreshadows disaster, with six hours left before the next night's opening. The second act presents a chaotic backstage view of the first act, a month into the tour. "This play is beyond the help of a director," says the director who is dropping in for a liaison with the ingenue. The cast -- a crazed mess of bruised egos, petty animosities, romantic squabbles and fallen trousers -- is also beyond help. By the third act, a recapitulation of the first, everything is off with "Nothing On." Three months after the dress rehearsal, cues are bungled, props misplaced, actors bandaged and bloody, lines skewered (there's one about a hot water box and a first aid bottle). "It's like a battlefield out there," sputters the leading lady, Dotty Otley.