Hamlet in High Park

This year’s Dream in High Park production is Hamlet directed by Jessica Carmichael.  Now Hamlet is an interesting choice for this format because it is, notoriously, a really long play and the High Park format demands something that comes in around two hours.   A full blown Hamlet, as in the Branagh film lasts over four hours and even with the usual stage cuts it’s a three hour plus project.  So getting it down to two hours rather meands that it’s almost as much Carmichael’s Hamlet as Shakespeare’s.Qasim Khan as Hamlet (foreground) w Raquel Duffy and Diego Matamoros (BG) in CSHamlet-photobyDahliaKatz-5475

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No mercy

Serial killers are truly awful people.  They write some of the most excruciating prose, poetry and plays you will ever experience.  They deserve no mercy.  They also kill people.  In Cabaret of Murder; currently touring Canada with a stop at the Toronto Fringe, we are introduced to the lives and works of some of the most evil and excruciating.

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If you see my ass, grab it

monks1Monks is a two woman clown show.  It’s that one day, every five years, when the abbot isn’t around and the brothers can take a day off from praying and counting lentils.  Unfortunately they have lost their donkey which is a perfect excuse for every possible permutation of ass jokes.

It’s hugely physical and highly interactive with water sprayers, lentils (yes more lentils), musical instruments and pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey, not to mention writhing on the floor and hiding in lentil barrels.  If you don’t want to engage in the antics sit right at the back and, above all, do not come late.  The full wrath of the Catholic Church awaits the Satanic evil of the tardy. Continue reading →

Koli Kari

Koli Kari by Ganesh Thava opened at the fringe on Saturday evening.  It’s presented by Pink Banana Theatre and directed by Sungwon Cho.  It’s built around Ravi’s (Thava) attempt to use his mother’s secret Koli Kari (chicken curry) recipe to revitalise his flagging TV cooking show.  The broadcast is invaded by figures from Ravi’s past; girlfriends (more or less), his present (his mother) and a mysterious magical chicken.  At times it’s quite weird and disturbing but too much of the time it turns on the obvious cringeworthy humour in the interaction between a young gay Indian man (from Scarborough natch) and his immigrant mother who is disappointed he hasn’t become a lawyer or a doctor, married a nice Indian girl and produced grandchildren.

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Don’t drink the embalming fluid

I saw Stiff and Sons by Aidan Gouveia for Bare Theatre Collective directed by Daniel Reale at the Al Green Theatre on Saturday evening.  I haven’t laughed so much for all the wrong reasons since I saw Death of Stalin.  The background is a failing family owned funeral parlour.  Darren Stiff is having an affair with his brother David’s wife Pam; an aspiring Hollywood actress.  There is much shagging; mostly in coffins.

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You, Hamlet

I started my exploration of the Fringe on Thursday night at East End United Church with You, Hamlet from DopoLavoro Teatrale directed by Daniele Bartolini.  It’s an interactive show in which the three performers take the “Hamlets” (i.e. us, about 20 people) around different spaces in the church in each of which a “scene” takes place.  It gets steadily more interactive as time goes by.

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A Streetcar Named Desire

Soulpepper opened a run of a revival of their 2019 production of Tennessee William’s A Street Car Named Desire at the Young Centre on Tuesday evening.  It’s a terrific production and performance but, as usually happens to me with Mr. Williams’ plays, I found myself admiring it more than enjoying it.  Showcasing dishonest, violent people living lives of noisy despair without any form of redemption, however brilliantly portrayed, leaves me wondering what the point of it all is.

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The Caged Bird Sings at the Aga Khan Museum

The Caged Bird Sings opened last night at the Aga Khan Museum.  It’s a co-pro between the museum and Modern Times Stage Company (Bengal Tiger at the Baghdad Zoo) with Theatre ARTaud.  The play is written by Rouvan Silogix, Rafeh Mahmud and Ahad Lakhani. It’s based on the poetry of Rumi and deals with Sufi ideas of freedom, love and self-abnegation.  It’s sophisticated, often very funny and thought provoking.

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The Wrong Bashir

The Wrong Bashir by Zahida Rahemtulla is currently playing at Crow’s Theatre in a production directed by Paolo Santalucia.  The story is set in the Isma’ili community in Toronto and all the families concerned were among those kicked out of Uganda by Idi Amin.  Quite a lot of the story concerns Isma’ili religious institutions and practices about which I am woefully ignorant.  Not knowing doesn’t detract from the experience of seeing the play and I have used circumlocutions below rather than try and figure out the technical terms used in the play

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Windows, windows, windows

Bygone Theatre’s production of The Rear Window; written and directed by Emily Dix, opened at Hart House Theatre on Friday night.  It riffs off the Hitchcock film, or rather its source material, but really doesn’t manage to create a sense of menace or foreboding that would make such an adaptation worthwhile.

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