Ambiguous is a play with quite an unusual story. As a writer sits to create the perfect character, there is an earwig that controls his mind, and forcefully collaborates with him. Then a couple of other intruders appear, Panic (initially introduced as loneliness wrapped in nostalgia) and Hysteria. As each of these four struggle to dominate the story in their favour, it is interesting to see how it all pans out when each get a bit of control.
I just saw Sex, Religion and Other Hangups and I have to say that Jams Gangl has huge balls. I mean that figuratively, not literally.
This is a painfully honest, hilariously funny one-man show on the topics the title claims: mostly sex and religion, with some hangups about trying to make it as an actor while having a corporate day job also making an appearance. There is no way this is fictionalized.
Set amidst Quebec separatists movements, and awkward coming of age, Brother Andre’s Heart examines the tale of three somewhat awkward youngsters, learning to push the boundaries of their comfort zones, and living and learning.
It is a warm funny story about a few socially challenged film makers who spend more time watching Star Trek than scriptwriting or shooting. They speak as if they were aboard the Enterprise, and everything becomes a coordinated crew based effort. By everything, I mean not much. These people can barely make it to the corner store to buy milk.
“Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.”
-Dorothy Parker
Dorothy Parker was a professional wit. She was a poet, satirist, playwright and (first female) theatre critic. She was invited to parties in hopes she’d utter one of her dark-tinted turns of phrase (“If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at the people he gave it to.”) Dorothy Parker was also a professional suicidalist. Her numerous attempts at the afterlife were well-documented and lampooned by polite society, from which Parker kept a comfortable distance. Continue reading Abra-Cadaver (The Deep End) 2011 Toronto Fringe Review→
