When he wasn’t writing about samovars and the Russian gentry, Anton Chekhov had a shit-ton to say about financial anxiety, social anxiety, and the world we’re still living in. Local playwright Brendan Healy pored over Chekhov plays, plucked out lines, and put them in the mouths of desperate, lonely cubicle-dwellers at a fictional company called New Life Capital. The result is a gorgeous mix of office-speak, poetry, and understated violence and romance. (Pony World Theatre at Washington Hall, 153 14th Ave, www.ponyworld.org, 8 pm, $15)
Brend an Kiley has worked as a child actor in New Orleans, as a member of the junior press corps at the 1988 Republican National Convention, and, for one happy April, as a bootlegger’s assistant in Nicaragua.... More by Brendan Kiley
so this would sorta be like listening to snippets of the Beatles 😉
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No, more like if you took snippets of Beatles songs and arranged them to create a complete, coherent story.
Part of the fun (and parts of this are uproariously funny) is hearing familiar bits of Chekhov’s dialogue used in completely different contexts, yet still communicating very specific thoughts and emotions germane to the characters and situations being portrayed.
I saw it. It was great. Go see it.