The Lonesome West
It's as if Martin McDonaugh read Sam Shepard's True West and said, "yeah?" In Shepard, brothers trash their mother's house. In McDonaugh's "savage comedy," it seems, every time Valene adds a new plastic saint to his figurine collection, someone in Leenane adds to its reputation as the murder capital of Europe. Triad Productions, whose admirable goal is to "reach a new generation of theater-goer," offers a staging that makes up in energy what it sometimes lacks in theatrical savvy. Things would improve, immediately, if the actors became less enamored with their Irish accents and more concerned with communication, and they spoke out and up, instead of to the floor. The best scenes are steeplechases, choreographed by Scott Andrew Amiotte, in which the brothers rip, smash, and even blow up parts of Kris Kerr's rustic set.
Worth a try.
When
Ongoing until Sunday, July 5, 2009
Hours
| Sundays, 4pm |
| Thursdays, 8pm |
| Fridays, 8pm |
| Saturdays, 8pm |