Humors’ Lolita achieves three
remarkable things: It honors the source material; it let’s us know that the
revered plot is downright horrifying; and it is side-splittingly hilarious from
start to finish.
Broken into about 10 scenes that are strung together only
with that theme, the piece bounces between hokey humor, tuneful songs, Stomp-like
dance sequences and good old-fashioned stand-and-deliver monologues.
I suppose if you saw it, you might say that Pulling off Procreation is a Fringe-esque meditation on celebrity and fame in a 24/7
“news” culture. You might also say, as I did via my review notes, “OH
MY GOD KILL ME NOW.”
The newest play from creative team Serenity Fisher and Robin O’Neal Kissel is a whirlwind of new vocabulary words (say zoetropic five times fast); new professions (flavor listener) and new problems (an entire galaxy is about to be devoured/obliterated by a scary instellar storm, aka the vortex).
In this one-man show, Kevin Brown, a lanky young man with a
punk-style shaved head and a long blonde forelock a la Rihanna, throws
himself into what is billed as “the internal violence and drama that
occur when one questions stereotyping, impatience, gender complexities,
the nature of living sacrifice and the value of one’s artistry.”
Judging from the enthusiasm generated by the actors, and
by several audience members who were really getting into the spirit of
audience integration, A Killing Game is gonna have a killer run at the
Hayley Powell’s In Which I Set Myself on Fire is a noble
effort to give shape to a complex idea — the collective reality of shared
experience, the mental synchronicity that happens among close friends.
O’Keefe’s script is poetic, thoughtful and evocative. The
cleverly designed program (resembling the safety information brochure
found in the seatback pocket when you travel by air) suggests “somewhere
between departure and arrival, you can be anyone.” Or, perhaps, no one.