Review: Never: Tales of Edgar Allan Poe
Which author better to enter Halloween then Edgar Allan Poe, America’s foremost Gothic writer, whose many works, if not financially successful, include science fiction, detective stories, and tales of horrific, supernatural, and disturbing mental disorders.
After being closed for a year and a half, the Classical Theater Company opens its doors to reveal the wet and dark recesses of this most turbulent original movie, Never: The Tales of Edgar Allan Poe, plays though October 17th at DeLuxe Theatre. Adapted by Chris Ianacon and director John Johnston, Nevermore is a theatrical anthology of three short stories: The Tell-Tale Heart, William Wilson, The Fall of the House of Usher, and the most famous poem of Bo black Crow. None of them are entirely successful in delivering the required vibrations or psychological investigation.
Poe’s style is known to be hard to imagine. Elaborate and profound Victorian prose, it rivals Dickens in his young and old. It is such a pleasure to read and hear, because it comes from another world and certainly a different time where you can wander close to the coal net and immerse yourself – losing yourself – in thick and intricate plots with the words they match. Their works are good reads, and are not suitable for the beach or instant gratification.
My greatest pleasure never after today He listens to Poe’s phrasing, his language, his strict control of the atmosphere, and his views on the human mind. He is the poet of the lost, the cursed, and the stranger. Three of these tales are told by particularly flawed people: a madman or a woman, says Poe, who confesses to murdering and dismembering an old man who bothers him in the eyes. Tell the story of the heart; A man chased his life from immorality by his lookalike in William Wilson; A man is in deep mourning for his lost love for Lenore who was visited by “Lasmore” – quoted by Raven in black Crow. in a singerThe narrator is an old school friend who witnesses the descent into madness of Asher’s twins, brother and sister. He is the only “natural” hero.
A classic answer to Poe’s spiky inner musings and intense bodily detail gives us three storytellers (Gabriel Rigogo, Mark Alba, and Hayley Duggan) who portray the characters, then embody the aspects of Poe, and then double as playwrights rearranging black-painted furniture between the tales. As they do, they stealthily move and glow in us. It’s creepy but not as scary as intended. It is meta-theatrics as meta-physity.
heart He gets severe screaming that goes through drama and rushing rush. singer He is expelled by a long, dissonant song that Roderick laments; black Crow Suffering from a stuffed bird on a pillar that does not speak of doom, nor of fateful memory. Just William Wilson With the double protagonist, one of Poe’s rare works, justice is served. It is the most satisfying, albeit somewhat disturbing.
Why is everyone standing on chairs? what does that mean?
Other than the wet Boo, the evening is preserved by John Harvey’s eerie and terrifying sound design—those heartbeats, electro-sync jazz, crazy mind strings, and the collapse of an old manor house. Now that’s scary stuff and what the evening should inspire. Liz Freese’s collection design is minimalist gothic (all black); Mark A. Lewis lighting subtly evokes open or backlit windows; And Lea Smith’s crying fashions are from the Victorian era. I would suggest ironing those tailcoats to remove leftover wrinkles from the folded costumes in a rack bag.
In honor of Halloween, never after today Not much of a cure and not a big hoax either. We were cooler because of the air conditioning.
Anymore: The Edgar Allan Poe Tales runs through October 17th. 8 pm from Tuesday to Saturday. 2:30 on Sundays; 8 p.m. Monday, October 11 (industry night). The Classical Theater Company, 3303 Lyon Street. Vaccine proof at the door. Masks required. For more information, call 713-963-9665 or visit the classic website. 10 – 25 USD.