Soulpepper tackles classic Michel Tremblay play in Toronto
It’s Halloween, and Montreal drag queen Hosanna has just returned home from a party in near-tears, still dressed as Elizabeth Taylor’s Cleopatra. Her biker boyfriend, aging stud Cuirette, is not far behind. What ensues during Soulpepper’s production of Hosanna, written by Michel Tremblay (and translated by John Van Burek and Bill Glassco), is a little over two hours of claustrophobic emotional drama that examines the boundaries between gender and sexual desire, aging anxieties, and—perhaps most importantly—the terror of facing who we truly are once unmasked. Continue reading Review: Hosanna (Soulpepper)→
This week features one freebie about abortion (set as a Western), and a host of other budget-friendly choices delving mostly into darker territory. Lots of choices for fans of solo shows. Check out the listings below the cut.
Shows That Caught Our Eye in Toronto the Week of September 26th.
There’s a great selection of themes to choose from on stage this week in Toronto: Burlesque! Comedy! Politics! A whole lot of musicals! And much, much more. We have a huge list this week, but don’t worry: Our Publisher Meghan is here to help you choose by picking out her most-anticipated shows in red text.
It is visually inventive, often charming, and features at least one stand-out performance. However, its aggressively didactic nature and its period piece trappings cause it to fall just short of its lofty goals of current relevance and rawness.
Young People Theatre’s colourful stage show “transfixed” Toronto babies and toddlers alike
You might imagine that a show for babies would be boring for anyone else, but that idea would be based on the conventional wisdom: that shows like One Thing Leads To Another at Young People’s Theatre would be simplified or dumbed down versions of a longer narrative. The genius of One Thing Leads To Another is that it’s colourful and joyful and contains perfect baby-logic — as evidenced by the fact that an entire room of babies and toddlers were transfixed by it, to the point that some of them (like mine, ahem) had to be physically restrained from joining the fun on the stage.