Twelfth Night in the park

This year’s CanStage Dream in High Park presentation is Twelfth Night adapted and directed by Gregory Prest. He takes a pretty straightforward approach. He has added a sort of prologue in which Feste speaks of the relationship between Love and Madness (and makes a few jokes about the audience and their picnics). The Love and Madness thing seems to be the central concept as far as there is one. The first two scenes are reversed too. We first meet Viola on the beach before Orsino gets to make his famous “If music be the food of love” speech. And, of course, there are cuts to fit it into the Dream time slot of 90-100 minutes. None of this really makes a whole lot of difference. The show comes across as a well acted, crisply directed, perfectly intelligible comedy and hurrah for that!

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24 carat Golden Age

It’s not often that one attends a recital that is so stunning that one struggles to find words to describe it but The Golden Age recital given by soprano Erin Morley, tenor Lawrence Brownlee and pianist Malcolm Martineau at a packed Koerner Hall on Thursday evening, as part of Toronto Summer Music, was in that class. Most of the rep was drawn from the Golden Age album released last year with a few change ups. It’s basically all highly virtuosic material in the bel canto style (plus a couple of piano pieces).

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The Imagined

The Imagined is a new album of piano music by Alice Ping Yee Ho played by Christina Petrowska Quilico. There are four works. The first is Pictures from an Imagined Exhibitiion which riffs off pictures by Hong Kong ink master Wesley Tongson and Christina Petrowska Quilico herself. There are four movements. “Free Strokes” is kind of minimalist with arpeggios and repeated figures. It sounds weird to say it but it sounds “watery”. “Distant Drums” is similar in some ways but faster and with some much darker passages. “Mystical Mountains” by contrast is slower and darker with a kind of doom-laden quality. Finally “Dancing Colours” is bright and playful with, I think, some modal elements. It’s all quite virtuosic with occasional distinctly “non-western” touches.

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A flash of inspiration and a dairytale ending

The small Northeastern Ontario town of Buttershire is being terrorized by a cheese pervert; a trench coat clad male who flashes women with cheese attached to his dick. The OPP are helpless (with laughter). Can local dairy heiress and top anti-vegan internet celebrity over 40 Priscilla Patton, recently returned from the big city (Sudbury) save the day?

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Songs for Moby Dick

Songs for Moby Dick from Ubuopera is more of a staged song cycle than an opera. There’s one singer/actor; Peter Thompson (who is also the composer), plus Erika Reiman on keyboards. The text is from the Melville novel and it’s used for a dozen or so songs and some short sections of linking narrative that condense the whole (very long!) novel into a concise 55 minutes.

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Falling out of love with white Jesus

Marla Torgerson’s one woman show Sinner is the story of her upbringing in an all white Evangelical community in Alberta and her subsequent break with that upbringing. It’s a succinct and very funny exposition of what this particular brand of Xians expect of girls; i.e. that they grow up hard working, unquestioningly obedient, slim but not too sexy, “pure”, ready to marry too young to know what they are missing.

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Night Journey promises much, delivers less

Night Journey, by Martin Jones and Gregory Light, is currently playing at the Arts and Letters Club as part of the Fringe. An elderly professor is teaching a class on interpreting Homer’s Odyssey to four students in a basement storage room. All five are facing their own demons and are in the class for varied reasons. Slowly, despite pedagogy as ancient as the text, they find a way of finding meaning in the Odyssey, or at least in the actions of Odysseus, and begin to confront their own demons. So far so good.

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Love Thy Neighbour?

I’m not the biggest fan of stand up comedy and Andrew Silverwood’s Love thy Neighbour didn’t change that. Like all stand up shows (IMO) it spends far too much time trying to shock without actually being particularly shocking. Maybe in the context of a rowdy comedy club that can work but with a typically polite Fringe audience it seems forced. Offering breath mints as communion wafers is mildly funny and shenanigans about a shared olive tree have their moments.

The funniest, ballsiest and most shocking episode was a description of his brother’s wedding in occupied Palestine and watching Israelis come out to picnic and watch the bombs falling on Gaza. Those truths need to be told and it takes guts to do it. So kudos for that.

So not really my thing but your mileage may vary. Love Thy Neighbour plays in the Deanne taylor Theatre at 10 : Video Cabaret until July 12th.