Hogtown is immersive theatre celebrating Toronto history playing at the Campbell House
Hogtown is precisely the kind of theatre experience this city needs. With no end in sight to our beautifying and building boom, doting reviews from around the world, and a renewed self-love (how many selfies have you taken at City Hall’s new Toronto sign?), it’s about time we had a production that’s about the history of our fair city.
It’s also wonderful to have a team forego the play-on-a-stage route to take a creative risk with an immersive, site-specific production. From the moment you step into Toronto’s historic Campbell House, it’s 1925 and you’re a ghost to the past, witnessing the stories unfolding.
Parker’s face is plastered on billboards across the city, and it’s difficult to keep your eyes off her when she’s on stage. Will she deliver the same sexy deviousness as she does in the Netflix mega-hit?
Midsummer (a play with songs) is “a night of Toronto theatre that becomes a trip around the world”
It’s not often the drama gods raise the curtain on two similar yet completely different productions in one week.
On Tuesday I took in the all-Canadian version of the Tony-award-winning Once. On Wednesday I was immersed in Midsummer (a play with songs) where Scotland stands in for Ireland, and English surtitles interpret French. Both plays revolve around a man, woman and songs. Plus guitar. Plus love.
Soulpepper updates Dario Fo’s play Accidental Death of an Anarchist, setting it in present-day Toronto
You’re forgiven if you neglect to mention “accidental” when tweeting or talking about Accidental Death of an Anarchist, because death is death, correct?
Canadian Stage with Crow’s Theatre bring the Anton Chekhov classic to life in Toronto
Crow’s Theatre had me with the trailer: super-stellar cast making toasts around a dining table, up close interviews with actors, and sneak peeks of the stage. I had to see The Seagull.
Opening night, a cold Toronto winter night. The stage is bare, the air is smokey, there’s the sound of crickets chirping in the distance. For the next three hours, the audience was pulled into the 1895 world of Anton Chekhov: hurting with the hurt while digging deeply into love, life and the meaning of art. Continue reading Review: The Seagull (Crow’s Theatre)→