Oliver Becker in Red (photo credit: David Cooper)
With the huge success of Stones in His Pockets, Marie Jones need never have worked again. But here she comes, this week, with Fly Me To The Moon, a play about lies and how one inevitably leads to another and, usually, a worse one. Two women take care of a man who - in a typical Jonesian twist - dies on the toilet. John P. Kelly directs. (Ottawa)
"...A Potential Piece of Yellowism"
This is what some punk (we've replaced his name with the ellipsis) painted on one of Mark Rothko's Seagram murals displayed at the Tate Modern in London. The act of vandalism may speak of the power Rothko still holds on the imagination and how his works - on the surface mono-hued - can drag you into another place that you must define yourself. But what of the man himself? Red, a fiction about the creation of the Seagram pieces, attempts to explore the artist and what was, reportedly, his prickly personality. (Winnipeg)
Pacific Theatre is just coming off a magnificent run of a hit play - The Spitfire Grill (read our review here). Wittenberg, their new production, is a staged reading of the David Davalaos work. Martin Luther, Hamlet and Dr. Faustus walk into a bar...the rest is a flight of fancy and language that delights with humour and intelligence that the New York Times called "a crackling good bit of entertainment" where the high points are "very high indeed". (Vancouver)
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