Written by twentysomething New York playwright Elizabeth Meriwether,
The Mistakes Madeline Made is a quirky confection that
accumulates into something strange and beautiful. The protagonist works
as a personal assistant to a brittle perfectionist, spends her evenings
searching for casual sex, and then stops bathing, much to the
rest of the characters’ olfactory horror. All the people involved, from
the cast to the costumer, do their jobs with wit and skill. The actors
in particular attain a harmonious style that brings the whole
endeavor to oddly compelling life. (Washington Ensemble Theatre, 608
19th Ave E, www.brownpapertickets.com. 8
pm, $15. Through March 16.) DAVID SCHMADER
‘The Mistakes Madeline Made’
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When are we going to stop hearing about this play? I get it, it’s good. I don’t wanna hear about it anymore.
second that
Thirds.
Oh please. It’s not a great hardship to have to see the same thing more than once.
The Stranger is full of stories of theater closings and general woes on the state of theater in general. If there’s something good in this city, especially in theater, then let people know about it. Not everyone hits refresh on Slog 50 times a day.
Don’t worry Sloggers, there will be a story of a gay priest, or a book review-review, or one of Charles’ incomprehensible one-sentence… things – coming right up. You will survive. You will get through this.
It’s worth your time & cash. (or credit.)