Follower

What I liked

This piece goes beyond unapologetic. It exists without needing apology. Katheryn McGaffigan delivers an evidence
-backed recounting of an obsession and she has us hooked in the first three seconds. This is single narrative storytelling at its finest.
If it’s fiction, it is brilliant. If it’s nonfiction it is brilliant and foolish. Either way, it pushes the limits and takes risks, and fortune favors the bold, baby!

When the tech guy in the black box is also audibly muttering, “Oh Jesus f***ing Christ,” along with you while you both lean forward in your respective seats, it really shines a light on how intoxicating the piece is and puts a (proverbial) spotlight on the vulnerable situation which the performer has thrust themself. A very intentional call out to the beauty of McGaffigan’s specificity of movement and gesture. While facts were laid bare, our narrator remained open.

What I didn't like

I do wish the projections were more in focus, as the content was largely illegible. (But on second thought, maybe that was a good legal move?)

While it’s not for me to worry about, I do fret that anyone younger than the “geriatric millennial” generation will fixate too much on moral issues with the seemingly autobiographical subject matter, and I wish for this raw yet methodical piece that this is not an issue. Bravo!

My overall impression

Fasten your seatbelts kiddies; this watcher take is brilliant and brutal. Baby Reindeer, look out; you’ve got a Follower.