by Ottawa Fringe
June 20, 2009
Death, Celeste Sansregret reminds us at the outset of her new show, is something that will eventually claim all of us. Not a cheery thought, but hey, it’s her play, so we should go with the flow. Problem is that the play, despite a few shining moments, doesn’t flow especially well.
It’s not just that Sansregret frequently stumbled over her lines on Friday night. The play itself — a journey through her life with death regularly whisking away those she loves — feels awkward, like a run-on sentence. Her props include a stepladder, but why she was clambering up and down it, and nervously at that, remains elusive, all of which is perhaps an apt metaphor for this production.
At Studio Leonard-Beaulne until June 28.