It begins, and I haven't felt so profoundly safe in a long time. The harp arpeggio floats down through the audience, from somewhere in your skull, congealing players amongst the school hall stage. I was so at a play! Safe.
Then the creator takes the spotlight. Then blasts of the sexy sensibilities! Are they really there? Who knows. Grunty expressive dance and you-are-at-a-play monologue surrealistically and ceremonially careens along. Sluttenating (or frittering) around on the wall by the light switches and fire evacuation safety signs, while spieling on like "thanks for coming to my first Fringe event" was hilarious!
But I suddenly felt so unsafe! What a wild ride. Is it really art or has it just hot-wired your being? In retrospect, not getting laid and edgy teenage dramas, with dancing, should not to be combined.
Great play. So convoluted and effortless. Graceful, yet full of thumps. Real funny. The drama rocks, but I didn't really know or care who anyone was (see hot-wired). Masterful suspense. Bright future.
So yeah I got brain scattered by the sexy dancing so I can't ascertain much. Was there enough twisty fancy talking, a la Shakespeare? Did they really Shake the Speare? Oh maybe a tad. It was more a framework to distort and depart from. Everyone acted pretty good!
Little trouble hearing across the vast hall. Perhaps that's why it started late - wireless mic chaos and give up? Or as if the players had not quite fully grown lungs, like a rooster I used to know that couldn't quite get all the way through his call.
I away to my next psychological smashup with glee! (not really)
This was one of the most effective plays I've been struck by. Changed my life. (not telling)
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