Jane Martin’s scathing critique of middle-American values offers a lesson in the art of taking responsibility and apologizing. Too bad Bush wasn’t at this Open Eye Productions show. In Martin’s 1994 script, three bumbling brothers gather in a toxic-waste dump to pay tribute to the girl that got away, but they end up prostrating themselves for the sins of the patriarchy. Martin spares no sacred cows, though (s)he–the playwright’s true identity remains the longest-running theatrical mystery since The Mousetrap–keeps things on a light middlebrow level: God visits the brothers in the form of a white-trash trinity. David Beck (in Abe Lincoln drag) contributes a hilarious performance as the worst of the three brothers, and in Deanna Zibello’s imaginative set, rusty oil drums share space with the burned-out hull of a car–and when it rains, it actually pours. Through 12/18: Thu-Sat 8 PM, Sun 7 PM. No show Thu 11/25. National Pastime Theater, 4139 N. Broadway, 773-281-0958. $15-$18.