The Perfection Of Ten. Photo courtesy of Delvin Lee.
The Perfection Of Ten is only the third production of Sean Tobin’s that I’ve seen.
I’ve been trying to grasp his aesthetic since last year’s What Did You Learn Today? and, to a lesser extent, this year’s Tongues. With this latest work, I’d like to think I can see more clearly where he’s coming from—and I love the weirdness, the playfulness, the self-reflexivity, and the overall magnanimity of his vision.
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If there was such a thing as a “blockbuster” for The Studios season, Freud’s Last Session qualifies. The demand, apparently, is such that it’s running a total of nine shows in a span of five days—including additional 10pm ones.
It’s just like Mosaic Fest’s Music Club!
The interest is both justifiable and deserved. It coincidentally comes at the heels of the Sigmund Freud/Carl Jung flick A Dangerous Method but more than that, it’s a well-produced and engaging play. I mean, how can you go wrong with a clash of ideas between the father of psychoanalysis and the writer who transformed God into an awesome lion named Aslan?
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I’ve only committed to watching two Huayi Fest shows this year. And with the other one, next week’s One Hundred Years Of Solitude 10.0 – Cultural Revolution, completely without dialogue, the fates had decided that the other show, tonight’s Who’s Afraid Of Virginia Woolf?, would supply me with enough Mandarin for the next couple of months. Continue reading ‘Huayi Fest 2012! Virginia Woolf! Odd couple!’