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Approaching the Other
This is not a play about a school shooting, nor is it a morality play about the rightness or wrongness of this action. The playwright knows it is an act of terror; the character knows it is “bad”; the audience …
This is not a play about a school shooting, nor is it a morality play about the rightness or wrongness of this action. The playwright knows it is an act of terror; the character knows it is “bad”; the audience …
ted witzel is a smart guy, so we asked him to talk about what he’s thinking about and what he thinks we should be thinking about – as theatre makers, as artists, and as queers. here’s ted: i take it as …
The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results…like, say, going on Grindr until your thumbs are sore. I haven’t loathed something so deeply since the movie Burlesque, but just like Pavlov’s …
We sent out one of our writers, JP Larocque, to chat with some of the artists in our upcoming 2015-16 Season. He caught up with Human Cargo’s Christopher Morris, co-writer and director of The Road to Paradise. What was your creative …
Think about a memory of your own, like your first day at a job or your first date. The way you remember it is influenced by the way you experienced it; how you felt, what you smelled, how that experience …
Trying to establish a view of the history of feminist theatre in Canada can often become a numbers game, and with good reason. The Fraticelli Report on the Status of Women in Canadian Theatre, which came out in the 1980s, …
This play was actually inspired by Jean Cocteau’s play Les Parents Terribles. The seed for the play is: How much does our upbringing effect our ultimate development? Are our parents responsible for the people we become? Perhaps it’s not your parents that screwed you up, it’s the toxic nature of the nuclear family. In my opinion, the nuclear family is a quite unnatural and very inhuman institution. It’s a powder keg. I agree with Hillary Clinton and Aboriginal North Americans: it takes a village to raise a child; not only a mother and a father.
Losing someone suddenly is a thread that snaps, breaking the ties to the other person, the man who is no longer there. The survival instinct takes over and the unravelled pieces of life try to piece themselves together with other unravelled pieces. It hardly matters with whom or with what. Other people become synonymous with the one who is no longer there: a brother, a son, a lover.
I confess my introduction to Federico Garcia Lorca’s Blood Wedding after initially reading it in university was befuddling, to say the least. I remember not knowing where to begin: the more I tried to grasp the text, the more its …
i’m not sure i know how to really think anything. not anything definite, at least. (this is maybe a poor position to take in a thinker-in-residence series). maybe it’s just that beginnings are the hardest.