Holy Mothers, playing at The Factory Theatre as part of SummerWorks, is less a play than a magic trick.
We are initially confronted by a perfectly ordinary show: a sort of domestic comedy-of-manners. Funny, but unexceptional.
But about five minutes into the second act, when the characters stand up and turn themselves into storytellers, you realize nothing was quite as it appeared–and the third act transforms it all yet again, with a whole new layer of meta-metatheatre which must be seen to be understood.
I was wobbly up until I figured this out; until that second-act revelation, I wasn’t sure what was going on. But as soon as I picked up on the thread, I loved it.
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