Company: Concrete Drops, London, Ontario
Venue: 12 - WAG - Muriel Richardson Auditorium
Like the Fringe equivalent of a jazz masterpiece, The Pit sweeps its viewers up in an extended experiment of swirling dialogue eddies, riffs on a moment, and poetic storytelling.
Like the Fringe equivalent of a jazz masterpiece, The Pit
sweeps its viewers up in an extended experiment of swirling dialogue eddies, riffs on a moment, and poetic storytelling.
Martin Dockery and Vanessa Quesnelle play a married man and woman who wake up one day feeling indecisive, and soon find that they must go on the run from a yawning pit of inaction and ennui that threatens to swallow all of what makes them vital, and then swallow them.
If it all sounds a bit heady, that's because it is, but it's also a heck of a lot of fun.
Dockery's script lays down an emotional beat and then lets the language noodle around it, exploring the possibilities of how memory builds meaning in relationships and playing on the variations of how we might interpret that meaning for good or ill.
The actors are the finely tuned instruments that give those experiments shape and form, providing bearing and a corporeal connection. Dockery and Quesnelle need little more that their inherent magnetism and the chemistry between them to hold an audience in thrall while they run up and down scales of what a two-handed relationship comedy can do.