A classic Greek drama, Antigone was written by the great dramatist Sophocles in 442 BC. Three young women – Carmine Bernhardt, Vanessa Coley-Donohue and Linzi Voth – have recreated Antigone's tragic story from the recent adaptation by Ian Johnston.
Near the end of My Autopsy, Hamish Boyd, the writer and performer of this one man show, cries out: “Why am I putting myself through this?” It was a startling moment for me. The same thought had crossed my mind not twenty minutes earlier.
I know Daniel Packard is a talented comedian because I've seen him before. At Pacific Contact in 2007 he managed to make a room full of senior (as in older) arts programmers actually look forward to the MC.
Daniel Packard's Live Group Sex Therapy; you know what they say about bald men...
Phalex: GO SEE THIS SHOW!…for 5 minutes…then leave. Spoiler alert: Best joke: (spoken with a French dialect worthy of Inspector Clouseau) “Vancou-vair. When I say this word, my mouth makes the same shape as when I vomit.” It’s mostly downhill from there.
Television sets, computer screens, tangled cords and bundles of wires adorned the stage. Technology is ubiquitous - at least it was in the small theatre where The Mechanical Bride was playing.
Mechanical Bride, technology will tear us apart again
Exposure X 2 is billed as a program of two solo plays, but the first of the evening - Mrs. Sorken by Christopher Durang - serves more as an intro to Vancouver playwright Sally Stubbs' new one-woman piece Eyes.Two.
In Tow begins with writer/performer Bob Legare bursting forth from behind a curtain, portraying a thirteen year old boy who tells you all about “my little town” and the characters in it, where everything is normal and nothing happens.
After being fly-ered by a boisterous man in a banana suit the other day that was pitching his show The Banana Monologues, I wasn’t sure what to expect going into it. Usually I try to go in with an open mind and no expectations.
The Banana Monologues; sometimes a banana's just a fruit
The phenomenal guitarist on stage (Ricardo Garcia) is clearly a master of flamenco, and he looks quite a bit like Lenin. Not just any Lenin, though: a Lenin who studied in France instead of St. Petersburg, and who learned music instead of the twisted mix of law and revolution.
Since the set for Balls! consists simply of a basketball hoop and a couple of backpacks containing some small props, the script for the play has to hold the weight of this show, and it does so most of the time.
