It’s challenging, certainly, to confront an audience with, well, itself, especially in a time when theatre seems desperate to shuffle anyone through the doors: but it’s all very skillfully, unflinchingly executed in this theatre no. 6 production.

We know Melissa Thingelstad for her intensity and intelligence…which she demonstrated again in theatre no. 6’s account of the Wallace Shawn indictment The Fever.

Thingelstad’s an actress capable of bridging into the emotions necessary to make so much heady, intellectual ruminating affecting, too—and capable of maintaining interest and pace in a 90-minute solo—using an undercurrent of a sense of realization that seems to make us complicit in her thoughts.

…both the lighting and the minimalist design here speak to theatrical expertise.

Director Ian Leung finds variety in the approach, too: that chair finds quite a few uses, and though the fourth wall never quite breaks, there are moments when Thingelstad will make and hold eye contact. It’s confrontational, and effective.

…riveting to experience.