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Total Rating: 
***1/4
Ended: 
August 4, 2019
Country: 
USA
State: 
Illinois
City: 
Chicago
Company/Producers: 
Lookingglass Theater Company
Theater Type: 
Water Works
Theater: 
Water Works
Theater Address: 
821 North Michigan Avenue
Phone: 
312-337-0665
Website: 
lookingglasstheatre.org
Genre: 
Thrieller
Author: 
David Catlin adapting Mary Shelley novel
Director: 
Review: 

In the season marking the 200th anniversary of Mary Godwin Shelley's groundbreaking horror classic, no less than four theaters have attempted to convey Frankenstein’s warning to audiences not yet grown in wisdom sufficient to ensure invulnerability to the danger foreshadowed by its adolescent author. We first meet the author and her crew comporting themselves in the sybaritic slothfulness affected by boho artists universally, but never more proudly than during the age of Romanticism. They are current paramour and future husband Percy Shelley, pregnant stepsister Claire Clairmont, pack-leader George Gordon, aka Lord Byron, and best-buddy John Polidori. A proposed writing competition leads to acting out the roles in their young comrade's entry. Little do they suspect, however, how closely the human dynamics explored within parallel their own, even to an epilogue prognosticating their ironic and untimely ends. ("I am not the hero of your story" Percy confesses, to his dismay.)

In summarizing the source material, Catlin strikes the most equitable balance seen this year between the florid language and the sprawling locales characteristic of the period. Daniel Osting's scenic design utilizes every corner of the Water Works' vault-like performance space, with objects dropped from the ceiling and floor-traps facilitating swift exits (not to mention one spectacular Carrie-moment entrance). Luckily, Lookingglass actors undergo extensive athletic training, enabling them to sprint effortlessly up ladders to perch on aerial hoops and declaim with operatic eloquence while circumscribing the stage, laden with furniture or blood-spattered drapery.

Never are the formidable technical aspects allowed to eclipse the emotional narrative, however. By the time our foolish inventor and his misbegotten project are reduced to wandering the frozen arctic, the latter's offer to the former of the cloak that he declares "belonged to my father" emerges as terrifying as it is heartbreaking.

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This review was first published in Windy City Times, 6/19
Critic: 
Mary Shen Barnidge
Date Reviewed: 
June 2019