- Ian Bell and his horny posse.
Ian Bell’s crowdsourced carnival of anonymity will be going on hiatus for awhile, which is a shame, because it’s one of the more regularly entertaining things at ACT Theater, and Seattle in general.
For the newcomers: Every three months, Seattle Confidential collects anonymous stories and gives them to actors to read. (Sometimes they add bells and whistles—PowerPoint presentations, charts and graphs, instant polls that the audience contributes to via text.) The confessional mode gives the writers a cloak to air their dirtiest, most hilariously awkward laundry, and everybody has a blast. It’s like sneaking a peek at Seattle’s diary.
And the event is also strangely comforting—we all have screwed-up stories and messed-up things we’ve done or had done to us. Laughing about them together feels therapeutic.
Before Seattle Confidential takes its indefinite break, Bell put together a best-of show. It plays tonight and tomorrow at ACT. Go check it out. Who knows where or when it will reappear? (Though I am confident it will—either ACT or some other venue will want it. It’s too good to die.)
