by Michael Meigs
Published on September 14, 2011
The Wondrous Strange Players deliver a challenging and intense evening with this piece. The narrative style is relatively ghostly ghouly, along the Halloween traditions of local theatre, but that is consistent with their own history.
From Andalucía to Appalachia via Austin The Wondrous Strange Players have evolved and developed in Darwinian fashion despite the difficulties of schisms, bootstrapping and homelessness, and they now occupy a real theatrical space at the cavernous Community Renaissance Market at William Cannon and Westgate. They're still staging in the western corridor of what used to be an Albertson's grocery store, but they've acquired tall black drapes, rigging, and simple lighting instruments sufficient to turn …
by Brian Paul Scipione
Published on September 14, 2011
Leonardo’s wife crosses the stage, desperation pouring in torrents from her mouth, “Where is he? Where is he?” The inevitable seems suddenly so blithely evitable . . . .
Darkness at the Break of Noon: Federico García Lorca’s Blood Wedding The stage is stark, the lights are dim, the crickets and the wind are rumbling in the background. A woman, weary and worried, enters the room and falls into a stiff chair. Her son comes through with the intention of going to work. The word knife enters the conversation and the mother explodes, going from worry to wailing at the world’s iniquities. She …