In Pacific Theatre's production of Kate Fodor's play, a young priest is asked to take a three-month leave while he sorts out the issues raised by his collection of art photos of naked men.
It’s great to see Pound of Flesh Theatre and all of its producing partners mount a large-scale production that would be at home on any of Vancouver’s major stages.
United Players is a scrappily ambitious, semiprofessional company and its productions sometimes hit a high standard, but that’s not the case with Burnt by the Sun.
Since the Vancouver Playhouse Theatre Company shut down on March 9, there’s been no shortage of opinions about the reasons for its failure, but we can certainly eliminate one of the possibilities.
The first set of images is a head-turner: as artificial fog billows, Arsenault enters in half-light, her voluptuous figure wrapped tightly in a see-through grey PVC dress.
Contemporary audiences need to see fresher interpretations of Samuel Beckett's 1953 masterpiece, but this traditional take contains many excellent elements.
The pleasures to be had come from the characters, and, under the codirection of Bob Frazer and Sara-Jeanne Hosie, the portraits here are very successful.