Secrets of the City

A less-enthusiastic review from City Pages: Jeune Lune’s Fishtank doesn’t do anything as obvious as pointing out that we make a universe out of what could be considered a little bowl; if anything, it’s greatest fault is not making much of any point at all. Instead it offers up impressions and gestures that tickle the edges of larger ideas without confronting them, amid imagery that ranges from pedestrian to inspired, albeit with a focus on its own meandering nature that at times verges on self-criticism.

Christy DeSmith also has a less-enthusiastic review over at the Rake. Much less.

And Papatola over at PiPress didn’t seem too impressed either.

I’m still going to go see it next week, however. All four of the performers are immensely talented, and Dominique is a genius of a director. I don’t see how it can fail to be (at the very least) interesting (and not in the trade-marked Minnesotan passive-agressive way).

Besides, with such a wide range of reviews, there’s clearly something of substance there, to inspire such drastically different reactions.

The Rat is going to this show, just because I lie Jeaune Lune and want to see it survive.

Should renew my membership to Alliance Francaise, too. It’s right down the street.

Want to see this. Missed the preview. Can’t afford it now.

Some organization needs to come up with a grant wherein they give out special passes to five artists per year. These passes would allow the artists to see any theater performance at any time at any company for an entire year. How sweet would that be? It would support artists AND support theater companies. It would probably cost the granting org $5k per year – a pittance!

I’ll go. I’m also a big fan of Jeaune Lune and not just because they let me take drinks and cookies into the theater.

I’m going.

leigha, you can see the show for free. usher.

Or, for anybody under 25, tickets are only 9 dollars. Who can’t afford 9 bucks? Come on… That’s like… a movie ticket. Or 18 crappy pieces of costume jewelry from one of those grocery store crap-dispensers. Or 3… things that cost three dollars each.

An excellent deal, is what I’m getting at.

Or, for anybody under 25, tickets are only 9 dollars.

Yep, that’s a fantastic deal. Until you’re still a “starving” artist at 26. Or, as the case may be, 29.

I saw the play opening night and will be seeing at least one and possibly two more times. I lived in New York for 10 years and don’t recall seeing anything as genuinely cathartic. Perhaps it has something to so with working 3 blocks away from the WTC complex on 9/11. A work of immense poignant vision.