The seafarin’ man with
one leg.
Such is the stuff of nightmares or high-seas hijinks for
young Master Hawkins when it comes to the beloved piratical and nautical
adventures of Robert Louis Stevenson’s Treasure
Island. 15 men on a dead man’s chest, yo-ho-ho and a— Drinking in Tortuga
cocktail? Has all the earmarkings of a We Happy Few Production! There are
ukuleles, pirates, squeezeboxes— well,
First— there are such thing as vampires.
Second— this is the third performance in the three-show The Horror Rep with We Happy Few in residence at the Capitol Hill Arts Workshop. This is Dracula, directed by Robert Pike, adapted from Bram Stoker’s novel, and devised to the stage by Grant Cloyd, Keith Hock, Meg Lowey, Kerry McGee, Robert Pike, and Jon Reynolds. This is fierce.
Hear the loud theatrical bells— brazen bells! What tale of terror now, their turbulency tells! In the startled ear of night— amid a Horror Rep of fright— how they scream out with delight— of We Happy Few’s A Midnight Dreary. They clearly keep on ringing, much do the praises that I’m singing, of their Horror Rep’s production of Edgar Allan Poe and his various death knells, and storms that quell,
All that I should say seems inadequate and feeble in regards to this glorious production of Frankenstein that We Happy Few have set down to kick-start their Horror Rep in this 2018/2019 season. With spirited ensemble nature driving the life-force of the performance, this hour-long bulleted intensive of Mary Shelley’s masterwork is an engaging thriller that submerges you right in the midst of Dr. Frankenstein’s crisis. Directed by Robert Pike &
Duuuude! Are you down to party with the King of Navarre? Naaah man, I hear he’s got some wicked sick rules— like ‘No woman shall come within a mile of his court on pain of losing her tongue’ and ‘If any bro be seen to talk with a woman within the term of three years he shall endure such public shame as the rest of the court can possibly devise.’ But we hear he throws killer parties!