An audience of six huddles around the open door of Pandora Park’s Fieldhouse, fluorescent light burning a rectangle in the darkness, a moth flutters into our faces (not part of the show) as two girls inside a closet fight with balloons. Well, maybe fight isn’t the right word. And they aren’t really balloons. Two girls inside a closet roll their bodies against the thin squeaky skin of two clear plastic garbage bags puffed up with air and tied tightly like empty pillows. They wear matching pajamas - a black and white pattern that...
The program description for Olya the Child is brief. The venue is a parkade and I knew that meant uncomfortable chairs. The show is only 35 minutes. Not that one chooses art by the cost per minute but...
So, Thursday night, I dashed from the Waterfront where I had the pleasure of seeing “Bear Dreams” and managed to slip in just in time to get one of the last two seats.
I do like attending site-specific shows at the Fringe – I've seen some amazing ones (Greenland, Eidola and Felon come to mind) and others that I won't...
This production by We Make Creatures included two short ghost stories at the Vancouver Police Museum, which is right beside the Firehall Theatre. After ascending the creaking stairs, the audience was ably introduced to the facility by Ashley O'Connell who served as the evening's host. The audience was then divided into two groups. One group viewed the play "Last Night" in one room while the other viewed the play "The Cold Room". Each play lasted about the same amount of time and after seeing the first play, the two audience groups switched rooms and viewed the other play.
Director Kathy Parsons pulled out her clipboard, put on her plastic glasses and wanted to know what I did in order to escape. My answer was incorporated into show.
Moments later the audience was put into the play in the fire escape. A photographer attempted to take a picture of a bride before the ceremony, but she ran up the steps and we followed. The bride literally had cold feet - she wore moccasins. The photographer listened to her quandary. “Divorce is always an option,” he suggested. She wanted to escape, (I’m not going to give the story away.)
Wagabondi Ho! taps into the multi-facetted mystique of the camper van, from childhood vacations fondly remembered to the intoxicated shennanigans of shag-wagon slackers.
