A neighborhood boy getting killed at an intersection. A tragedy which will change and shape that neighborhood for years to come. Stop, Look, and Listen explores the effects to every denizen of that small patch of suburbia through a series of interconnected monologues, as if the text were transcripts from crime scene (and eventually social service) investigators. Performed by a four member cast who never feel unnatural, they keep the relative tautness within the writing up even if the audience cant see them. Oh, did I mention the part of the show being in a non-raked theatre, and the entire cast is sitting in chairs for a good sixty five per cent of the time? If their chairs were even six inches off the ground, I would have cared a lot more, but the inability of anyone behind the front row to see anything and connect with the performers made what should be a compelling hour at the Fringe something youre just staring at your watch through.