There is very little comfort in Agnes of God. The set itself is stark — two chairs, a small table, and walls of gray. It has a cast of three; there are no happy songs, and Whoopi Goldberg doesn’t show up in the second act. But that discomfort is what keeps you at the edge of your seat throughout, demanding your attention until the very end. And when it does end, you’re left with more questions than when you came in.
Agnes of God explores the lives of three women, and fleshes out their equally dark pasts. While they have their own tales of woe, they are tied together by a strange mystery, in which the titular young nun Agnes is accused of conceiving and killing her own baby in the convent. Attempting to draw out the truth is court-appointed psychiatrist Dr. Livingstone, who has her own distrust of religion. The foil to Dr. Livingstone is Mother Superior Miriam Ruth, Agnes’ fierce protector and believer that this has been an immaculate conception.