Crave Productions is thrilled to present its inaugural production—and Thalia Gonzalez Kane’s playwriting debut—The ’94 Club.
A group of teenage girls are playing with fire after they create a dangerous game for themselves that rapidly spirals out of control. Based on true events, The ’94 Club explores gender politics, sexuality, coming of age, queerness, and the harsh realities of growing up in a small town.
Seven-time Dora Award nominee Monica Dottor, known for her work with Nightwood, Canadian Stage, and Soulpepper, directs and choreographs this complex, visceral play.
Taking the stage are actors Tamara Almeida (Good Witch, Heroes Reborn), Jeanie Calleja (Reign, Murdoch Mysteries, Slings and Arrows), Shaina Silver-Baird (Romeo & Juliet, Citadel Theatre; Bombers, 4th Line Theatre), Thalia Kane (The Skriker, Red One Theatre Collective; The Cherry Orchard, Chekhov Collective), and newcomer Lily Scriven.
The play runs from May 1 to May 12 (with opening on May 2) in the Tarragon Theatre Extraspace.
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Fun facts! The cast and creative team tell us about their first kiss.
It was a stage kiss. I was doing a play in ninth grade and had to be dipped, kissed, and dropped. The first time we tried it in rehearsal I saw his face coming at me and I moved away. The director asked what was going on and I very quietly said, “I haven’t had my first kiss yet.” Everyone aww’d. The director then said, “Let’s try again.” This time, my acting partner kissed me and then dropped me to the ground. We did it about twenty more times. He smelled like stale cleaning product and his lips were very flat.
Officially, my first kiss was on my thirteenth birthday with my boyfriend, Steve. It was magical. We were at the movies watching Down and Out in Beverly Hills starring Nick Nolte. Unofficially, my first kiss was when I was seven and playing Happy Days with my friend Danielle. I was the Fonz.
Like my character Sarah, I was a bit of a late bloomer. My first “real” kiss was in grade ten and I felt all grown up because it was a French kiss! But I started laughing halfway through because he kept making slurping noises and it felt like he was licking my face. I remember thinking: There is no way this is what a good kiss feels like. I made up some half-assed lie when he asked why I was laughing (“Just remembering something funny that happened today!”) and we broke up soon after. No surprise.
I was twelve and it was at recess in front of a crowd. We were both so shy but it had become a thing during recesses to pick two people who liked each other and chant “Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss.” So we did. No tongue; mostly awkward pecking. We kissed twice more after that, publicly. Never privately.
I was sixteen, it was the last day of class before Christmas, and I skipped the afternoon to go see a movie with this guy I liked. Afterwards, some of his friends thought it would be funny to follow us so we jumped a fence to try to lose them. We ended up in High Park. It was freezing because it was late December, but the sunset over Grenadier Pond was really quite beautiful.
My first kiss was when I was sixteen. His name was Matthew. He was so cool.