By Frank Moher
[Ed: As part of a series of opinions we will be publishing, we asked Mr. Moher if we could repost his brilliant discussion of one of the things that went wrong at Vancouver Playhouse. Frank Moher is a playwright, columnist and writer about all things and editor of Back of The Book, the admirable online magazine where this article first appeared]
The sudden news that the Vancouver Playhouse is closing after 49 seasons comes as a shock, of course. We assume these venerable civic institutions will somehow always manage to lumber along, despite economic downturns and hostile governments and digital depredations. This, after all, was the Company that gave Canadian theatre its seminal play, The Ecstasy of Rita Joe, that launched numerous Canadian theatre luminaries (including playwright Sharon Pollock), that was the redoubt of the city’s grey hairs and monied class. Those theatres don’t just die, do they?
