Dead Man’s Cell Phone resurrects the lost art of taking other people’s messages

The Comrades' production of Sarah Ruhl's play strikes a balance between ordinary and uncanny.Gordon's cell phone has a cheerful ring, light and lilting, not the ringtone of a man you take seriously. Still, it cuts through the air with the disarming insistence of an ice cream truck, or maybe only an ice cream pushcart, and Jean, the woman next to him in the cafe, at last picks up.…