Saturday, June 04, 2005

Fourteen Hundred Thousand and Mud

defunkt theatre
June 4, 2005; closes June 25, 2005

What’s it mean again when ¾ of play is directed to face upstage, everyone speaking 1,400,000 speeches with little emotion or connection? Hammering hurt my head. Mud was curious, disturbing; moments of revelation, transformation; tiring scene-change schema. Bill Tripp’s excellent set floated like an orange island on a blue horizon.


Anonymous said...

One of the best nights I've theatre I've had in Portland in a while. Excellent work, defunkt!

Anonymous said...

Fourteen... was very creative, but over my head; the heavy symbolism was at times too much to absorb. Mud on the other hand was raw, emotional, and disturbingly beautiful. Although it was seriously haunting, it was made worth while by the strong performances of Moore, Binder, and Barry.