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.
Like a disco ball shimmering to a Donna Summer hit, playwright-performer Jonathan Wilson illuminates and refracts detailed memories about absent friends whose names, struggles, and lives have otherwise vanished, while walking through modern streets where a little gay hand-holding in Starbucks goes completely unnoticed.
As the script ties itself in narrative knots, Megan Follows never loses sight of the dramatic situation’s overwhelming nature; it’s as if her character is fending off a panic attack at every moment, grabbing onto any scrap of hope she can.
By Liam Donovan /Apr 29, 2024
iPhoto caption: Deanna H. Choi (left) Photo by Anja Cui / Monica Esteves (right) Photo by Dahlia Katz.