Crow's Theatre
iPhoto caption: Danté Prince and Savion Roach in 'The Christmas Market.' Photo by Kenya Parsa.
Among softly falling snowflakes, dense rum cake, a tree that twirls of its own accord, and a lively soca rendition of classic carol “My Favourite Things,” The Christmas Market unfolds, gradually steering away from familiar festive comforts toward a sharper story of labour and exploitation.
iPhoto caption: Byron Abalos in 'The Veil.' Photo by Raph Nogal.
REVIEW: The Veil brings stripped-down psychological thrills to the Crow’s Theatre Studio
While the world premiere solo show’s attempts at societal critique sometimes lack precision, director Helen Juvonen’s subtle, atmospheric production makes for an unnerving horror theatre experience.
iPhoto caption: Photo by Dahlia Katz.
REVIEW: Dave Malloy’s Octet vibrates with sublime vocal beauty at Crow’s Theatre
Malloy’s intricate a cappella compositions, rich with complex harmonies, are the hymns and confessionals in a show about a support group for internet addiction. Regardless of what form their ego-feeding or doomscrolling compulsions take, the characters know it’s actually about appeasing what they call “the monster” inside — that gaping maw of emptiness that begs for shiny treats in the absence of real connection.
iPhoto caption: The company of 'The Welkin.' Photo by Dahlia Katz.
REVIEW: The Welkin careens from raucous comedy to crushing tragedy
The problem with human rights is that, if you believe in them, you have to apply them to everyone. Political opponents. Murderers. Your ex. People whose phones go off at the theatre. Women. The character of Sally puts this theory to a stress test; in bahia watson’s assured hands, she’s gleefully unlikeable, glorying in a storm of suspiciously modern swearing, lacking any flicker of conscience, and biting the hands that are trying to help her.