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...scene—Macbeth’s murder of Lady Macduff—is one of many haunting situations found in “Sleep No More,” the surreal theatrical experience presented at the Old Lincoln School in Brookline by British theater company Punchdrunk and the American Repertory Theater (A.R.T.) through Jan. 3. More than a simple show, “Sleep No More” is an enthralling multi-sensory experience, an opportunity to step into the liminal space between theater and reality and enter the terrifying, mysterious world of “Macbeth?...
We’ve all seen Macbeth, but not like this. In fact, this adaptation of Macbeth performed by British theater group Punchdrunk operates on the premise that we can’t see it all. Set in an abandoned schoolhouse in Brookline, the story of Macbeth unfolds in every part of the building, leaving you running to catch up with the Hitchcock-esque mystery. Yes, the show is in Brookline. You’ll have to take the T. Maybe even walk a little! Wear comfortable shoes...
...reflect on itself. Instead, it is one obsessed with its own culture and tradition—futilely reciting its own history, vaunting the likes of pillaging explorers and toothless prospectors into high history, however much it may reel in disgust over where that history has left off. The punchdrunk men that shuffle in the streets of Stockton, CA are the orphans of generations prior, generations with some war or famine or calling to give them purpose. So they fight.The fighting never finds purpose, and the fighting never becomes a purpose in and of itself. Nor does boxing become some sort...
...Healey, who formed the act in 1922. But by the time they began making movies in 1933, the wags were tailing the top dog. As a triple, the Stooges clowned their way through a seemingly endless series of quickie flickies-most of them on a par with the early Punchdrunk, which told of a waiter, a prizefighter at heart, who wrecked the joint every time he heard Pop Goes the Weasel...
...boyhood on Chicago's South Side. Tart as melting aspirin on the tongue, it lives up to its tag line, "Kilroy was here but left because the place stank." A Baptism in Italy takes a tender look at a beat-up Italian writer-revolutionary who is punchdrunk from too many rounds in a concentration camp. He rouses himself to play gracious host to a sympathetic pair of visiting Americans, and is bitterly hurt to find that they regard him just as an interesting sidetrip. These two stories suggest what Farrell, now 51, could do if he were...