Last night, I saw Kirk Wood Bromley's "untitled" play at the Access Gallery space. I can't think of a production more apt to the recent discussion on this blog about "meaning." (At one point in the script, an actor exclaims: "There's nothing left to do but make discussable, poignant nonsense!") The play is chaotic, it moves in and out of forms, its language is a flurry of puns, wordplay and substitutions. There are songs, a dedicated band of kick-ass actors, some inventive uses of the space that made me clap with glee, and a second half that is so pervasively perverse that I couldn't help but start to laugh.
It's also massive (they announced the show at 1 hour and 50 minutes, but I think it ran longer); untethered and almost too much. At times, it seems like a parody of itself, and at other times it's just an avalanche of awesome.
It might not be everyone's cup of tea. In fact, I'm sure it's the opposite. But it's definitely worth a look and it's free. Free, I tell you.
So go and see it.
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