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“The story of these characters has already begun.”

When you enter the Factory Theater space for Kubrickian, you will notice that the actors are already on stage. Lights are fully up, and the three actors are moving about the stage. One is stretching, another is pacing, and another is doing a mix of the two - even throwing in some light jogging. It’s clear that the three actors are in their own world, and we are simply here to observe.

Director AJ Schwartz warns us of this soft start in the program, and so it should not be a surprise. You might find that the choice is clever for a few reasons. On one level, Zack Peercy’s play takes place in a world that is meant to feel unfamiliar. Watching the actors move about for unclear reasons and without words appropriately sets us up for what we are about to see.

On another level, perhaps Schwartz’s choice gets at the root of what Kubrickian is about. Peercy’s play is about a lot of things. There is isolation and fear. Grief and loss. Even passion and hope. However, at its core, one might argue that this story is about the relationships between the men on stage.  Schwartz sets up a window into who these characters are to each other. As Schwartz notes in the program, their story begins before we arrive. We may not necessarily understand how they got there, but perhaps that’s not the point. We as an audience receive the gift of witnessing their relationships in the present – a brief window into who they are and how they grow before they continue on well after we have left.

Peercy’s world premiere takes place in an unknown white space in which three men find themselves trapped – Chris (Taylor Mercado Owen), Danny (Rio Soliz Ragazzone), and Howard (Ben Auxier). Scenic Designer Josh Philoon appropriately creates a world that feels ambiguous and unknown. Without any clear escape from their situation, Danny and Chris have no choice but to turn to conversation for entertainment. Over the course of the story, the discussions become more intimate, and Danny and Chris realize they may have more in common than they had originally thought.

Schwartz’s ensemble is strong. Peercy’s play is quite the undertaking for all involved. Auxier as Howard moves through the play without sound or motion – simply sitting in the back as the action happens around him. Considering the chaos that ensues around him, that is no small thing, and you might find that Auxier continues to catch your eye as you wonder when there might be a shift and he finally reacts.

Because Howard does not speak, most of this play exists as a two-hander between Danny and Chris – a challenge that Ragazzone and Owen tackle with grace. We quickly learn that Chris has a deep love for Stanley Kubrick films – a genre with which Danny unfortunately has little experience. While this creates an obstacle for much of the beginning, we hit a key moment where Danny encourages Chris to share the details of The Shining. As Chris begins to open up, something shifts in their dynamic. Peercy cleverly unlocks a very specific moment in a relationship where we witness the other’s passion for the first time. As Chris shares what he finds so inspiring about Kubrick’s work, Danny starts to see him in a whole new way. Ragazzone and Owen bring a beautiful authenticity to the scene. In this pressure-cooker of a world, they create a relationship that you want to see succeed. Something to offer a small semblance of hope when it’s unclear what their fate might bring.

The stellar performances and thought-provoking script alone make Kubrickian a play worth seeing. If you are one for a puzzle, then Peercy’s story is certainly a fit for you.

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Run Time: 90 minutes without intermission

Kubrickian runs through March 15, 2026 at the Factory Theater – 1623 W. Howard Street. For tickets and information, see the Factory Theater website.

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Let me start by saying: this play is not for anyone unfamiliar with feminine rage. While I’m all for experiential desensitization, diving straight into a show all about female “hysteria,” periods, witches, and penis-biting might be a bit much for your first swim.

You don’t need to be a woman to enjoy it, but there’s a particular subset of audience members who might find themselves squirming in their seats. And that’s fine. Not all art needs to be for everyone. That said, for anyone personally acquainted with (or at least comfortable around) Millennial and Gen-Z “femme fury”, Director Kayla Menz’s production of The Sporting Life is a riot that will have you laughing from beginning to end.

The six-person cast is stellar:

Ziare Paul-Emile – as Dot, the main character and high school girl – shines as she causes the entire play to unfold. Starting off as the sweet, behind-her-peers type, Paul-Emile continues to add on new layers to Dot, masterfully and constantly shifting her conviction. Each shift feels performative in the best way: showing the audience both her growing façade and the fragile, adolescent truth beneath it.

Tyara Whitted – as Dot’s best friend, Mikayla – is one of the funniest actors I’ve seen on stage. Whiteed’s delivery of every line was impeccable, hilarious, and perfectly conveyed her character’s too-eager-to-grow-up nature. Mikayla later finds herself in an abusive relationship, which Whitted handles the material with rare nuance, conveying both the pain and the impossible contradictions of still loving someone who hurts you.

Elizabeth Macdougald – as Sherry, the witch – is an absolute force of nature. Spunky, raunchy, and wickedly funny, Macdougald is the (by technicality) antagonist that you can’t help but love. Although arguably being the source of the play’s chaos, she also grounds it with a mix of blunt and maternal tenderness throughout.

Bryan Breau – as Dot’s dad – is the quintessential bewildered girl dad. Fumbling through his best attempts to understand his daughter, his earnestness carries the father-daughter relationship at the heart of the play.

Last but certainly not least, Ian Mason and Bill Daniel round out the cast, playing every. other. character. Collectively playing at least 8 distinct characters, the duo’s range was incredible. Both Mason’s and Daniel’s physical comedy abilities are like none other, from larger-than-life reactions to painfully believable combat and stunt choreography.

From a production standpoint, I have to give enormous credit to the team’s handling of blood. In case you’ve never worked with it, stage blood is notoriously difficult: just when you think you’ve solved one logistical challenge, five more appear. I have nothing but admiration for the technical crew’s ambition and precision. Most plays save blood for the final moments, so cleanup only happens once, but The Sporting Life opens with a full-on blood spray within the first five minutes. And it just keeps coming.

That commitment is both hilarious and impressive. Not only does it demand careful coordination from the crew, but it also requires the cast to maintain a constant, almost subconscious awareness of every inch of the stage. The blood remains throughout the show, forcing the actors to adapt in real time: lying down carefully to avoid accidental gore in quieter scenes, or using existing puddles to amplify the chaos in violent ones. It’s a masterclass in controlled mess – a game of theatrical chess played with absolute effortlessness.

As the world premiere of Playwright Marjorie Muller’s newest script, there’s definitely room for iteration. The play was advertised as running 1 hour and 40 minutes, but it clocked closer to two hours with no intermission – and I felt it. The ending, in particular, seemed to have an ending tacked onto an ending, creating the sense of a partial conclusion before launching into another. This extended the runtime and diluted some of the sharp focus and wit that made the first two-thirds so strong. Structurally, the piece could benefit from rethinking that final stretch, whether by adding an intermission to give the audience a breather or by condensing and reworking the conclusion into a single, more cohesive ending. Either route would help preserve momentum and leave the show on the high note it earns during the majority of the play.

That said, for a modern, edgy comedy, the writing overall is excellent. One of my biggest pet peeves is when playwrights overdo emotional or “hysterical” female characters, veering into mockery instead of authenticity. Speaking as a former 15-year-old girl: yes, it’s funny to look back and realize how seriously we took small things – but at the time, those things really did feel like the end of the world. The Sporting Life captures that perspective without condescension. It’s a fine line between humor and misogyny, and this play walks it with grace, empathy, and a sharp sense of humor.

The Sporting Life is running at Factory Theater through November 22nd. Tickets are available at: 

https://thefactorytheater.com/portfolio/the-sporting-life/

https://thefactorytheater1.thundertix.com/events/245024. 

I’m not a devotee of the comedic genre and wouldn’t ordinarily choose this show. But I am a devotee – and a fervent one! – of Babes with Blades. With PLAID AS HELL the Babes, as always, bring it off. Written by Cat McCaysh/h and directed by Christina Casano/h, PLAID AS HELL takes four friends on their annual camping weekend to a remote cabin in the big woods of Wisconsin. But don’t be misled –  this is not Little House in the Big Woods! Laura might do OK in this gang, but Ma would definitely look askance.

The central character Cass (Reagan Jamessh/h) is hoping to promote her new girlfriend Jessica (Ashley Yatessh/h) with her old friends Kelly (Alice Wush/h) and lifelong BFF Emilie (Cayla Jonessh/h). Alas for Cass! not only does Emilie choose this weekend to disclose her longtime love for Cass, a serial killer has eluded the local police! Well, not technically a serial killer, Kelly annotates; this guy’s only killed two women, and to be serial you need three. 

Art is so educational innit?

PLAID AS HELL is a lighthearted frolic, pretty much devoid of anything approaching social significance.  It’s just fun, making no pretense of being anything but slightly-raunchy entertainment. In this it succeeds heartily.

The acting is first-rate, particularly in the occasional silent bits. There’s definitely a lot going on inside each woman’s head!  Cass is engrossed in her emissarial mission, Jess is intimidated at being an interloper cloistered with this close knit clique, Emilie is teetering between bereaved and begrudging, and Kelly is bummed at being plunked in the middle of this foolish fray.

But they’re all making a valiant effort and, abetted by beer, they’re just starting to have fun when the radio Interrupts Regular Programming with a Special Announcement: a murderer may be loose in the woods. And so it goes from there, through all the lurches and twists of the horror genre, with queer notes tossed in for spice.

The set designed by Erin Gautille sh/h is simple, easily converted from indoors to out- with a couple of shoves. Costumes (Jennifer Mohrsh/h) are a bit more elaborate; for four dykes in the woods, they change clothes nearly as much as in As the World Turns! Meg X McGrath th/th manages ba-jillions of props, from a 12-pack of Pabst to a four-foot-long ax. Fight and Intimacy Director Maureen Yasko sh/h, with Assistant Kate Lass sh/h, have plenty of opportunities to display the fighting and fornicating finesse we expect from the Babes with Blades. The production crew as a whole -- Devon Hayakawa Any (Assistant Director), Anna Schultz-Breef sh/h (Lighting Design), Line Bower th/th (Technical Director), Faith Roush sh/h (Production Manager), Roxie Kooi sh/h (Stage Manager), and Tab Mocherman th/th (Covid Compliance Officer) – works together seamlessly.

Quintessential queer ribaldry, PLAID AS HELL is Babes with Blades at their peerless prurient prime!

A small theatre resides on the most unlikely of streets in Chicago. Just steps from the Howard Red Line stop sits the Factory theatre, with only fifty seats in its small storefront property, this little powerhouse has produced original work for nearly 25 years. Adding to its catalog of work is The Night Season by Rebecca Lenkiewwicz and currently performed by the cast of the Strawdog Theatre Company.

When the tiny, seaside hometown of W.B. Yeats gets occupied by an English film crew making his biopic, the Kennedy's figure giving lodging to the lead actor will put a few extra coins in their pockets. They do get plenty of change, and not just Euros, as the family's three sisters and their delusional grandmother all decide it's time to stop letting life pass them by. The mother who ran away, the father who can barely leave the house, a big pile of pent-up desire, it all gets confronted in this skewed romantic comedy.

At times, The Night Season relies too heavily on stereotypes; the drunk Irish father, the senile old grandmother, the romance between a sister and the visiting actor. But one can overlook these unoriginal plot points for witty one liners expertly delivered by the superb cast of Strawdog. Two performers in particular carried the show and commanded attention whenever they were on stage, particularly together. The grandmother, Lily, played by Janice O’Neill, and the middle daughter Rose, played by Michaela Petro. These two characters epitomized the central theme of the play, that they cannot let life pass them by. Both literally and figuratively embrace the English actor played by John Eastman and it becomes clear that Lily and Rose are mirror images of one another, separated by generations but seeing themselves in each other. Both share the same blunt, crass, forceful passion for life and love, and it is through the actor that they discover their similarities and deep understandings of what each woman wants and needs in their lives. Were the play to focus solely on these two characters it would have made for an even better theatre experience.

Overall, The Night Season is funny, honest, and holds its own amidst the incredible theatre in Chicago. The cast of Strawdog Theatre Company is well worth the CTA ride to Roger’s Park to see their plays at Factory Theater. Before Spring leads to Summer, see The Night Season this season. The Night Season runs through June 24th at Factory Theater. Tickets and more can be found at www.thefactorytheater.com.