The physicality, and inventiveness, of this wondrous epic has so many whip-cracking moments (literally) and is so totally engaging, I could watch this performance over and over again and still miss many of the nuances.
Perhaps the political stance of this production is either simpler or conversely more nuanced than is readily apparent to this reviewer, but frankly the messages felt mixed to the point of seeming garbled.
Caleb Lewis' play, Maggie Stone, is about life as a transaction with its ledgers of debts and dividends, deposits and withdrawals, and the sadly defecit balance sheet of common decency in capitalist society.
The uninspired use of decades-old staging unfortunately detracts from the excellent performances of the main leads, who would blow the roof off any production fortunate enough to feature them.
A fun little show for children and the young at heart who don’t mind taking themselves, and their beloved Harry Potter franchise, too seriously.
The action is driven by the madcap meddling of “The Maniac”, a role the incomparably oddball Amber McMahon seems born to play. Imagine a kind of brilliant trickster character who is a manic cross between the Joker, Sherlock Holmes and Bugs Bunny.
Juxtaposing stories both scriptural and personal, this is a unique and idiosyncratic history of Jewish women, by Jewish women.