In the annals of horrible misuses of technology, Kevin Cunningham's multimedia bore Losing Something is perhaps not as egregious as spam e-mail or Dick Cheney's defibrillator, but it's still noteworthy. The high-tech auteur has at his disposal a nifty device known as the Eyeliner, which gives video projections the illusion of three dimensions. Now if only Cunningham could find a machine to endow his dreary stream-of-consciousness prose with a similar lifelike quality. As it is, you will spend 60 interminable minutes wondering not, How did they do that? but rather, How do I get out of here?

If Cunningham had presented the material as an art installation -- pumping the audience with cheap wine and allowing them to wander in and out -- his surreal vision of death, memory and dreams would be easier to take. Instead, we are supposed to focus on X (Perez), a peevish, foulmouthed and pretentious artist with a lot of dead friends. Through non sequitur-filled conversations with video spirits (Heaven is presented as a kind of listless bisexual orgy), we learn that X did a lot of drugs, slept with many women (sometimes two at once!) and lost friends to suicide. September 11 is referenced explicitly and also by naked video bodies falling to earth; both modes border on tasteless exploitation.

As the Wooster Group proved with its recent work-in-progress Hamlet at St. Ann's Warehouse, pixelated images are particularly apt for metaphors of loss and haunting. The technology is out there; don't let it fall into the wrong hands.