I looked this play up, because I know Lanford Wilson is famous and successful and I was certain that I was missing a really important piece of contextual information that would make the reason for performing this piece evident and everything would fall into place. From Wikipedia all I got was a lot of “it is implied that…” which, yes, I gathered from watching the play. Other reviews were less than helpful. I just feel like this story lacks context. It was one of his earlier plays, perhaps this is why it felt so... something. Emo? It felt like a...

Storyteller Jeff Culbert is on the road and unleashing his own brand of poetic justice to avenge the deaths of “The Black Donnellys”.

There is a wall separating our heroine from the rest of the world, an invisible wall that she comes up against with a loud bang if ever she tries to connect with others.  She is different.  “The loner, the lone wolf, The Oddity.”
At the start of Tiffany Anderson’s original play Oddity, we are introduced to a girl of five with lots of energy and a wonderful imagination.  She talks to herself.  She talks to us.  She talks to Aliens.  She’s got a camera in her head and she’s gonna show the aliens what the world looks like.

When Missie walked on to the stage I saw a shy woman, slight build and…well…the silver onsie is hard to ignore. But then she spoke and I was captivated by her confidence and poise. Missie is a spoken word poet, so this performance is, as you would expect, a collection of spoken word poems. She ties them all together with a suitcase filled with dates, both in the future and the past. She speaks about her religious upbringing, sneaking her dad’s sci-fi books as a kid and how this all tied in to her vision of what today should look...