This sort of exoticized nightmare plot might remind you of other works by Williams, such as his gothic thriller “Suddenly Last Summer,” from 1958, in which a mob of Spanish children kill and partially consume an American sexual predator. The mood in “Camino Real,” though, is far lighter—you can feel the playwright subsiding into the heat in a kind of feverish lassitude. The director Dustin Wills has co-designed a surreal set, full of shabby, sentimental sweetness, with the designer Kate Noll. At the play’s outset, a painter sits on a bosun’s chair high in the air, brushing clouds onto a mural of a pretty blue sky. The tourists are not real, either, but icons out of time: the lover Casanova, the ubiquitous Kilroy, Sancho Panza and Don Quixote. These characters’ unifying quality is exhaustion. Pamela Anderson, a cultural icon herself, plays Alexandre Dumas’s Marguerite, also known as la Dame aux Camélias, in a wilting stupor; Ato Blankson-Wood plays Lord Byron, who worries that he’s lost his inspiration. Making art, being art—it all feels like too much to bear.journey-inline-newsletterinline-newsletter