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Hopeful Catharsis

tft-button_2_origEndurance, that stubborn ability to go on no matter what is a very human thing, raw & strained never knowing release until it comes suddenly, a snap.

The six stories in Tales from Tomorrow are awash in catharsis & raw humanity; the characters reflecting pains so real and deeply felt as to be palpable. Each story a complete emotional arch en miniature, a reflection of maybes and similarities of theme close enough that catharsis may be found to those who need look for such release.

Not every tale can end sweet and serene, life isn’t such. There are dark tales from Tomorrow, and the darkness looms deep from the beginning, with Jennifer Novak Chun in Magnum Opus. A lesson in being careful perhaps, deeper still, a lesson reflected back as a question. How does one go on with the time they have left? Soulfully sorrow filled notes drift forth from Jennifer’s violin carrying the audience forward through the Tales; life alwayse moves forward. Even when you don’t know where you’re going.unnamed

Painful repetitions, those times that simply won’t end no matter how much you want them to are on display with Where One Heart Beats. Carene Rose Mekertichyan is raw & powerful, portraying that love that just won’t die, and shouldn’t if words mean anything. The stark emotions, the strong use of her eyes and wry lips to be that manifestation of every hurt lover who absolutely meant every ‘forever’ leaves you exhaling deeply, pangs from your heart reflected on stage. Roman Guastaferro, every lover who… can’t quite grasp ‘forever’ lasts more than a moment. If you cause enough pain with your love those moments can last forever, and Roman shows the glib indifference of such a lover quite charmingly.

pretendRipped apart & stitched back together with shadowy reflections; Pretend Roses shows a ‘reality’ of pain so plainly as to be as true as a ‘story’ can be. Jerry Chappel reflecting a dawning realization too tragic to endure whole, and must be piecemealed out carefully by Carrie Muniak and Jason C. Daniels. Carrie and Jason bringing Jerry and the audience along, slowly and patiently with all the right words, the empathy… Tales from Tomorrow goes down many dark roads, and in this presentation shows how humanity can endure through those dark roads, it’s not alwasye pretty, but humanity endures.

LotteryEnduring is something humans are good at, even as we age we can go on, if we have to. Hansford Prince shows the dignity of humanity in doing what has to be done, even when you don’t want to, regardless of age. Taking the audience on a twisted ride The Lottery shows a cathartic strength from simply enduring through what has to be done. The twist, damn well executed, comes hidden in a twist of language already expected. Marnie Olson (writer) put a damn large smile on my face, not often I can’t spot a twist, sleight within sleight… Such twists had to be hidden and Gioya Tuma-Wak hid them from Hansford and audience alike with such sweet turns and kind pulls towards the unpleasant necessity.

Swipe LeftSpinning off the twist, comes a twistedly funny and poignant story in Swipe Left. Tales from Tomorrow is a world of what ifs, and Olivia Sundeen takes joyful use this showing us a world where we are alwayse looking for the next perfect match. As mirthful as Olivia shows herself to be on stage, Sam Grey shows himself to be a quick witted chameleon, swiping through a near endless array of characters. I half expected to see Sam blur on stage the say one does on shows with the preternaturally fast. Robin Williams didn’t cycle through as many characters in a short time while playing Genie.

This is the second Tales from Tomorrow I’ve seen and it has taken steps down a different path. Before we looked through the lens of mostly dark what ifs, now, while still having dark elements hope shows through. A way out is possible Tomorrow, you’ll be safe in three Tomorrows, Tomorrow you’ll reach the stars. The paths of life are long, but humans endure, and this version of Tales from Tomorrow shows the strength in humanity, and offers catharsis for those who need it. Tales from Tomorrow is full of grand emotions and simply good theatre.

Tales From Tomorrow (currated by Sebastian Muñoz) is currently under extension, please visit or for more info.

Discordant Unified Terror

Brave_The_Dark_615_JPG-73Beckoning you to walk into the light, Zombie Joe ushers you into the, near soon, darkness of Zombie Joe’s Underground Theatre, and their newest Brave the Dark immersive horror attraction.

A company already well versed in enveloping you in oppressive horrific atmosphere, has brought the terror right to your being, surrounding your taking you down into the darkness with cacophonous chaotic laughter, undulating sound, & hypnotic visuals.

There is no way to not be disoriented in this madness; a tool to quicken your breath, stagger your step and stop your heart the fears approach you from all angles.  I once read the reason we fear the dark isn’t because we are afraid of what’s out there, but what’s inside us. The ensemble at ZJU has poured from the collective unconsciousness a swirling soup, a poisoness broth of the human psyche distilled.

It’s a good thing Brave the Dark runs four times a night, there is simply too much to see in one take, above, below, & all around you there is palpable horror. There is too much to see in one go, and there is too much to describe in this one review, particularly as any descriptions will do no justice to the man demanding some head, or someone who simply wants to find their mother… Mayhapse avoid looking too long upon that undulating mass over there or what the heck was writhing under that sheet… Whatever it is, you’ll have to experience it to truly consider yourself brave.

Brave the Dark runs Fridays and Saturdays in North Hollywood at Zombie Joe’s Underground Theatre four times starting @ 10 PM

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Pulsating Truth Pressing Thoughts

BloodAlley3@ZJU_PostcardBestWhat purpose does horror serve in society, other than an endorphin and adrenalin thrill ride and maybe a good excuse to snuggle close to someone…

It informs; horror shocks the consciousness into wakefulness through violent terror induced understanding, voyeuristic to be sure, however the only way to show the darker truths folks strive to remain blind to.  The witch in the woods was simply to scare children off of the dangers of the wyld wood, Undines & cracken to warn of the dangers of the sea, the pied piper to avoid the sell song of the stranger… The Witch the horrors of coming into puberty as a woman in a world of men… Get Out the complex relations of how even those who appear to be allies can be more dangerous than the overt bigots…

ZJU’s  latest show takes that premise of informing, waking up through horror down twisted turns ever spiraling down human pathways alwayse there; the left turn down any street, road, way or Blood Alley that we choose to remain blind to. It’s hard to remain blind when it’s right in front of you though, that’s what Blood Alley does. An ever present thrum of life in front of you all the horrors to the left we ignore…

Ushered through the darkness guided through the nightmare of reality before you with an ever pressing pounding beat, Kevin Van Cott’s living score keeps your heart racing your breath caught in your throat, ever prepared for the continual undulating coup de grace from the pieces on stage. An organic beat ever present, pounding of quickened heart, chocked breath, a wave of living sound washing over you, keeping the torment of life going, unable to look away for the constant beat pressing you forward through countless weighted scenes.

BloodAlley3@ZJU_PHOTO-1The deep layers to Blood Alley kick off from the start, if you’re of a mind to see them. The journey opening with a cop, shepherding the narrative forward, whom pulls the audience into the dark of the Alley. How dark a journey when even a peace officer must turn away from his first blush with life. Things can only get more human and more darkly real from go tonight.

Be prepared for the loudest silence you’ve ever felt, figuratively and literally. A nearly dialogue free show, with a constant beat of drum and instrument, the scenes unfold leaving you with only your thoughts, your interpretations of what unfolds before you. The longer the pounding absence of word and form the louder your conscious grows, louder and louder still. Do you find catharsis seeing horrors you’ve lived through, does a scene jar you awake to realize just how isolating the constant push of life is, a beautifully sad & scared Nicole A. Craig stumbles through an underground clearly in distress yet the world ignores her as they do all others who suffer. A scene sadly juxtaposed with the ensemble opening in which the undulating mass of beautiful humanity gathered around Nicole wanting her entirely. The ever present loud silence hammers home the reality of this horror; we are disposable to the wrong folks…

The scariest part of Blood Alley isn’t the vividly displayed horrors, it’s the message the core that this is life, it’s real it’s raw, and people are the scariest monsters. This would all be without weight if it weren’t for the powerful ensemble at ZJU making beautiful art through a gruelingly intense performance. So many individuals stand out living pieces of a machine ever reaching to crescendo. Michelle Danyn for instance bringing horrifyingly beauty to death, in her portrayal of a corpse come alive, or showing the startling confusion of love’s control reversed, snuffed out. One pray we never need appear on news camera and say “no Jason Britt never once showed any manic signs…” so powerful his facial control able to bring up the darkest of masks, the hungriest of carnal wants, to the placid bliss of wasted life. (all compliments intended Jason you display emotion fucking powerfully)BloodAlley3@ZJU_PHOTO-4

There isn’t a scene wasted in Blood Alley where an individual doesn’t stand out supreme, from the opening with Elif Savas’ gorgeous voice rending the darkness apart; startling the audience with horrible beauty. If there isn’t an actress/actor at their isolated pinnacle than the entire ensemble becomes an organic beast raising the tide of emotion across all levels. A pulsating ensemble so human and so very charged with emotion & yes sex.

Some of it is subtle, some in your face like the preshow. Costuming and body control are very much a part of it, particularly for the isolated scenes, one or two presences on stage. Patrick Beckstead makes one fucking fine looking priest in a well cut suit, delicious enough to tempt even the most pious male attracted persons, and some female attracted as well. With the gothic goddess Shayne Easton covering the span of, in control to on the edge, femininity in an endless display of form becoming dresses. Jason meeting his force & control match in the sexy and “endowed” Yael Wallace portraying a beautiful transwoman and hungry transwoman… Sex is part of life, a powerful part of life, powerful in that to own and control such power one must own and control themselves.

That perhaps is the key to survival as presented in Blood Alley, control over self, a rising power from within. In all the horrors presented on stage, there are treads of hope, in the form of persevering strength. There are horrors around, and as seen in the underground not many will stop to help, so you have to tie those sheets together and escape.

Blood Alley is a powerful ride ready to sweep you away for any brave enough to venture to North Hollywood. For best experience I’d recommend arriving early and grabbing seats on house right, left of well you’ll see. That’s the one flaw in Blood Alley, it’s blocking, use of stage. While the stage set up portrays the living alley quite well, there are a few scenes which lose their effect for 30-45% of the audience if they sit in the wrong places. There are several powerful walking off scenes which start at the 50 or 55% mark preventing a sizable chunk of the audience from ever seeing the powerful expressions on performer’s faces. As well as using floor center instead of what appears to be the head of the stage to elevate important singular stationary scenes.

It’s hardly even a medium sized thing, and the affect of an alley worth adjustment, but Blood Alley is a show that deserves a chance for the weight of its powerful imagery to take full effect. You’ll want to see as much of this show as possible and there are vantage points which can leave you out of that one on one intimacy between performer and viewer. Particularly for one or two powerful scenes.

If you’ve made it through my ramblings, go see Blood Alley, there is only one weekend left and it’s the best show to open up the summer heat in my opinion.


Blood Alley (Directed by Zombie Joe) runs through June 10th at Zombie Joe’s Underground Theatre in North Hollywood.

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All Photo Credit: ZJU

Humanity distilled & transformed

THTRAlchemy1With a booming, Welcome to the Theater, welcome from John Kenower, in a brilliant opening/introduction. John created a strong character that could host their own show, his stage presence was powerful from go.

Hitting hard from curtain, is a grand catching harbinger you’re about to spend an evening catching your breath; exhaling & trying to take it all in.

Jonica Patella as a gender bent fairy, named Poorly, in a mailbox with the gender neutral Truly (Gloria Galvan) kick off the night with amazing upside down energy. I’m sure if one could harvest the essence of Jonica’s transformative energies, her twisted turning spiral, ever descending plunging into the deepest darkest fathoms of extreme faemanity, humanity, they could power an empire. Or at least bestow a portion of that blessing upon many thespians, the ability to take any aspect of the human condition and spiral it to it’s most extremes. Made more apparent by the zen like ability of Gloria to hold the stage next to such energy in stillness, drive the arc forward through subtle turns. Maintaining the drive of the story through the storm of Jonica transforming… Wow…THTRAlchemy4

All to the credit of that mad task master, the wraith minded, fierce & sharp, Elif Savas. Practically an elemental fae-force manifest, her direction you can see the madness which she brought forth on the stage, the rise and fall of emotion, pulled forth from Gloria and Jonica something alive & powerful, all the more beautiful for the ephemeral nature of the stage.

Frustratingly maddeningly restrained sensuality, the lub-dub of heart throbbing pressure awh the gentle release of breath next to ear. Monica K. Ross hammers home a hard sensual line over and over until you’re breath falls in rhythm with the flow of breath & emotion on stage, hard to soft cutting building. John Kenower’s firmness with his opening carries through in his direction of Let me be bamboo for you. John cages the raw fury of Miss Cate’s writing only long enough to direct the blast of restrained sexual nuclear fusion right into the breath & beat of the audience. Monica, becomes an ever flowing rhythm & flow, back and forth against an endless pressing presence; Rick Brown. A ceaseless flow of emotion ever more constrained, frequencies rising, manic crescendo shattering upon = suspended release for the audience, a breaking of tension through denial, evaporation. The timing and ever constant lub-dub breathe in & out tension cutting off breath frantically rising…

Left seeing the writer lay bare through verse & breathless flow; it’s a good thing this show has an intermission coming up soon, hopefully, help, I need air…

Taking a voyage past titanic archetypes of the gender divide Vanessa spins a tale of a monolithic masculine, *writer makes extravagant hand gesticulation at screen to describe the, mountain of man Captain portrayed by John T. Cogan. That ever distant untouchable unknowable even to himself man’s man. So repressed in his everything, restricted & controlled, ever so confused as to why there is a yearning ever present. Mayhapse treat your Daisy (Ilona Kulinska) as well as your vessel and… well we all know how well that would go. Ilona encompasses an archetype hard to portray, the surrendered. To give yourself over in a way that retains agency, riding the waves of life another directs your course through. It takes strength to do so, that’s the Titan of womanhood Ilona portrayed, from the wrong angle many might see full surrender, but it takes strength to flow with the course the one you care sets… Ilona captured this splendidly. Again that talented and off center talent Miss. Savas drove such huge ever elusive icons of masculinity and feminitiy from the depths of her cast. Given chart from Vanessa, Elif set speed & meandering raging sea building course.

THTRAlchemy18Lemon Head, both the character and the vignette serve as a perfect portrait of privilege & imperialism. White collar culture superiority, elevating the mediocre to such great heights, destiny manifest and all that focus studied ever assured ever striding forward buy sell focus group quietly report steamrolling individualism never stopping alwayse going… American western exceptionalism. Thanks for thinking my thoughts for me Susan (Mariana Leite) playing the part so many of us know too well. The one who says the idea the A type male dude bro repeats as if it were his own. It’d be less tragic for its hilarity were it not ever so damn true and Mariana shows this truth ever so well. Can an over worked insomniac be woke, or is it an intense dream state like being woke. Starting from the bottom of insane insomnia I guess one can only pass out or wake up. Roger K. Weiss takes Lemon Head by the scraps of held together psyche that is those about to wake and runs hard against the endless corporate motto showing the fate of those who over slept/showed up late…

For the highs of Lemon Head, it’s the one piece in the collection with a few flat lines, mistimed moments that could have better drawn out those Ah ha recgonitions of the problems related to us by the narriative, lines sped up. Enough that the weight of Lemon Head before dampened ever slightly by the slowlness in places. THTR Alchemy is intense and Lemon Head delivers, those extra beats as the audience grows wrestles though… mute the power of the delivery.

Take careful notes Lisa (Alariza Nevarez) will tell you exactly what you’ll need fourteen strokes of to win your men ladies, and perhaps small low upper body strength men. How to win a guy in one hour is a manic ride, teeth clenching tense seeing Alariza portray a human that is at this moment out there. Or maybe I was caught up in the intensity of her performance; I hope there aren’t too many women like Lisa out there.

Bridget, with Monica K. Ross as Bridget & Rick Brown as Terry is realistically cute. Anyone who has ever been a couple has lived some version of the scene unfold in their lives. Utterly human there portrayal was real & sweet and I can’t add anything with flowery verse to say more or better. It was truly nice theater, sweet & human.

THTRAlchemy14Speculative fiction has many trappings and overlays, fantasy being a grand beautiful one of them, and Shayne Eastin’s words do better justice then mine do to the definition of fantastical spec fiction. Message, hope, warning even if it’ll never be heard by enough the journey is sweet enough to give catharsis to those who go on the journey (audience awake). Fantasy is pretty, used well it’s a sharp thorned rose drawing those who know not they hope to change in. As Fleet (Sasha Snow), Spring (Spring), & Floot (Jonica Patella) are dangerously deployed by Vanessa Cate to lure the audience in along with Daniel (Max Faugno) & Ezra (Aj Brody). Destroyed & transformed those two boys were as all must be who are about to wake. I wish Miss. Eastin’s words, her allegory would wake a few others to the core of her message.


THTR Alchemy ran Friday & Saturday May 19 through 27th, a production of True Focus Theater showing at the Eclectic Theater.

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All Photos credit: Adam Neubauer


Twisting Shakespearean Songplay

TwelfthNight@ZJU_PostcardBestTwisting Shakespearean wordplay into witty songplay Denise Devin alwayse finds fun ways to pull Shakespeare apart and build them back up into her unique, perpetual, motion oriented fast paced theatre. I think it’s alwayse a wild ride, but the audience must agree, from go they were clapping and swaying along. Right here is where I regret the lack of emoticons in proper writing, I’m grinning writing this up, remembering Miss Devin’s perfect Twelfth Night adaptation. Screw it J J J

Denise enthralls the audience from the start, keeping us on our toes, ever moving, both physically and through those ephemeral sensations which make theatre worth wyld. Ever moving and ever building Denise use strong actors to push the momentum alwayse forward. Each piece of the ensemble fits together, parts of the whole who’d certainly leave holes had they not been involved in this adaptation of Twelfth Night.

Sir Toby Belch stands out Roger K. Weiss lifting and driving the mood of every scene he graces, a levity which maintains after he’s left the stage. A consummate touchstone of energy Roger was the base level for the whole performance. Keeping the energy and pace moving allowed the contrast for those scenes which need be slower, powerful in a different vein. This can be difficult in a show that’s alwayse moving forward at speed, a bar with which to clear a jovial character and actor keeping the pace in the faster scenes gives that needed differences while maintaining the quickness Denise set forth to drive her version.

With a horn of amalthea for an ensemble Let’s see if I can hit a few cunningly turned adjectives here for a much deserved cast…

TwelfthNight@ZJU_PIC-4Feste (Kelsey Arnold) is an odd mix of character and background current, ever the puckish trickster Kelsey flows from active role to head tilting faux pantomiming. Adding life to what would be ribbon covered darkness of the black box theatre, Feste comes alive as both a character and component in Denise’s ever changing, magical motion of emotion. Zoe Canner gives a fierce hunger to Olivia, a stalking powerful quality to her grace and dignity. Olivia’s powerful cunning demeanor is needed to keep the overly rowdy and affectionate Sir Andrew Aguecheek (Zack Zoda) at bay. A tough measure as Sir Toby keeps goading him along in the most humorous ways, Sir Andrew expanding the bad ideas to terrible heights. J

Roger K. Weiss’ cut ins as Sir Toby Belch are so perfectly timed they serve as a piton, an anchor for Denise to swing the motion in any direction she chooses, including roundabout to the same way and out stage left. If Roger was a damn good anchor, Nicole A. Craig as Maria subtly, then powerfully, stole the show with a crescendoing energy that swept the audience away as much as the amazing musicals weaved into the story.

Kerry Kaz Kerry KazMalvolio gay as a maypole and I love him so. He’s presence on stage is so flamboyant it makes you clench your teeth to keep from shouting your joy at his interpretation of Mavlolio. Every scene he’s in has this tension, you’re forced on the edge of your breath waiting for Maria’s crash which finally comes and it is grand.

TwelfthNight@ZJU_PIC-2Noble Duke Orsino (Nick Abrell) plays his part as the unknowing seducer and seduced so smoothly you’re left so damn happy when his eyes are open to Viola (Branda Lock) the beautiful smart talented Branda playing the part of Viola like a piece of classical music sweet and strong building to rapture when her identity uncovered, reunion and matrimony joy all around.

Antonio and Sebastian (Carlos Chavez and Tomas Dakan) have a swashbuckling charmingly swarthy bromance going on. The chemistry Carlos and Tomas have on stage, I want to see them in something else action leaning, twisted and fun.

Denise alwasye transforms Shakespeare into the most fascinating and enjoyable rides. It helps that the folks at ZJU not only are damn talented, but they have fun with what they do. After all it’s called a Play, the audience and the cast feed and build on this fun energy, when it’s present it’s palpable. Denise alwayse brings that weight of emotion and experience to her adaptations of Shakespeare, and I’m so lucky I get to review her works.


Twelth Night (directed and adapted by Denise Devin, Produced by Zombie Joe) ran the end of April through May 14th at Zombie Joe’s Underground Theatre Group in North Hollywood.

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All Photos credit: Denise Devin; Postcard by David MacDowell Blue

Ascerbicly Barbed Roses

ARTIFICIAL_FLOWERS_Wed_555Lie back on the couch and tell him your darkest truth… and he’ll still bite you. Phelix (Jason Britt) isn’t a therapist, not with the way he toys with Maeve (Emily Charouhas) using his jovially ascerbic wit and remorseless sociopathic jabs. Damn if Phelix doesn’t make Artifical Flowers feel like a good session of therapy, until it’s not good for you… or is it.

A thrilling ride from its slow sensual beginning to an emotional thunk, “damn”, the denouement hammering home with weight felt pressing upon the air itself.ArtificialFlowers@ZJU_PHOTO-2

Carefully crafted dialogue sets you at ease drawing you in alongside Maeve, until the playful wit turns sharp and cuts at you. Artificial Flowers feels like every bad relationship you’ve (I’ve) ever had; Phelix has enough redeeming traits to keep Maeve coming back, Artificial Flowers keeps pulling you in deeper and deeper. Then it all turns pear shaped, Phelix hurts Maeve in word or deed, Artificial Flowers punctures and scratches at you with powerful emotions and painful resonance echoing forth from Emily’s portrayal of Maeve. The whole structure of Artificial Flowers is set up like the relationship it portrays; there is an ebb and flow to the emotional current. You’re set at ease then taken high or low, back to a faux neutral before you can catch your breath you’re processing the next witty line, the next emotional swing from powerful portrayals of deeply real characters.

ArtificialFlowers@ZJU_PHOTO-1I said above that Artificial Flowers feels like a good session of therapy, and that the emotional structure is similar to an abusive relationship. There is a duality to that, and the good comes from the direction of the ebb and flow. Whatever conclusions you may draw from artificial flowers, you can draw because you were led to them organically. The give and take of Artificial Flowers while having its highs and lows emotionally, cognitively AF drew you ever closer to your personal conclusion. The evidence was presented and you were allowed to sway back and forth seeing more and more with each cycle, each turn of the wheel. I say the conclusions are personal, because theatre is complex and personal; more so Artificial Flowers is, complex and personal, an obsidian black mirror ringed in thorny vines held to the hearts of every fucked up, and not so fucked up, member of the audience.

Ragged, exhausted, introspective, you’re left feeling after Artificial Flowers. Not simply a any descriptive flowery adjectives I can pull from the aether, Artificial Flowers simply leaves you feeling, it’s up to you what those feelings are.


Artificial Flowers (Written & Directed by Emily Charouhas w/ Brandon Slezak co-directing) ran at Zombie Joe’s Underground Theatre in North Hollywood.

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All Photos: Zombie Joe’s Underground

Tomorrow through the shadows

Sebastian Muñoz has curated the dreams & nightmares of tomorrow into a thrilling rollercoaster of delight.  The future is a place for hope, and a place where darkness can manifest; each piece builds upon the next, dark lows flowing into crescendo highs, alwayse a razors edge.

Kicking off with more than a touch of darkness Chris Campbell (director) uses the brilliantly transformative Jahel Corban. Jahel alwayse seems able to convey a myriad of emotions, becoming what each piece needs, reflecting powerful emotions through simply gestures & a bold presence. Playing against the hard edged emotions & chemistry with Sahsa Snow; you’re drawn in you’ll find the point of no return, too late.

Cutting wit, biting dialogue; Chris Campbell takes an approximately ten minuet piece and expands it beyond, building a greater world, a world of tomorrow’s what ifs. Sebastian Muñoz a tired man looking to do the right thing and find the way out, that way out lies through a meandering maze of poste & reposte, strong dialogue. Hubris & Heroism is the piece I most wanted to see expanded beyond the small taste of Chris’ writing.

Turning darker than brothers fighting over who controls father’s company Jennifer Novak Chun spirals down a thorny path cutting at your heart strings. As Home For Dinner came to a close a sigh escaped my body yearning to comfort this poor imaginary woman. Just as my breath escapes me, we pull into an odd direction giving an interesting Stepford exploration before diving into the darkest peace with Rip and Vanna Winkle.

Gut wrenching as the story progresses and the darkness comes to the foreground of Rip’s (Benjamin Fuller) understanding. Poor bastard…

Tales From Tomorrow is simply brilliant. I can’t wait to see future presentations, see how the show develops and grows into something singular. The soil is rich over at Force of Nature Productions; Sebastian Muñoz coaxes creativity in subtle & dynamic ways, building a community of supportive artists telling interesting stories.


Tales from Tomorrow is showing at the Eclectic Company Theatre Sundays at 7:00pm in North Hollywood.

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