Still and all, here we were, heading into the city in the midst of a rather intense rainstorm. We were supposed to meet my agent for dinner, but due to a snafu, that didn't happen, so we located a Chinese restaurant on the way to the Spoon Theater, rushed through our respective meals, and got to the theater with ten minutes to spare. Located at 38 West 38th Street, on the fifth floor, it's a small space; though still with enough room for about fifty or so audience members. We found our way to a pair of chairs in the middle of the seating, and waited for the play to begin.
And what a show it was! I suppose you could say I'm biased, but I like to think that, having written the thing in the first place, my standards for its performance were especially high. The actors did not disappoint; while all of them delivered fine performances, the two pillars of the show were Mark Armstrong and Elizabeth Bell. As the Stage Manager, he immediately established a free and easy rapport with the audience that gave his narration of and commentary on the play's events a kind of downhome authority; as Mary, she held the audience spellbound with her account of the disaster that befalls her character's family. Honestly, I could not have asked for two better actors. Although there's humor in it, this is not zombie as camp experience; this is a narrative that becomes ever-more bleak--as it was intended to be.
Afterwards, I had a brief discussion with the audience and cast members about the play, which Fiona taped. If I can figure out how to work the Flip camera, I'll post some of it on You Tube. In the mean time, I can't recommend this performance highly enough. If you can make any of the remaining performances, I don't think you'll regret it.
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