WIGS

I was drawn in: it was not apparent at first what the actions meant, creating a tension- who was the real audience? The room transformed once the context revealed itself to be more frightening than possibly imagined. We were watching two captors undergoing extreme cruelty. The script and set had an efficiency that kept the audience enraptured-so much could be done with very little: wigs became babies, shirts became boyfriends, bedsheets hid a monster. I loved how the play ended. It took captivity as a concept into the infinite. I read into it: that we are all somehow captured by our selves- our actions, our bodies, our relationships.... full review

Watching Wigs, the new performance art/play by Lindsay Beamish and Amanda Vitiello, was a little bit like being stuck somewhere between some of Jean Paul Sartre writings, and a Luis Bunuel film, with a little bit of Saw IV being thrown in for good measure. As the play opens, the two girls are trying on wig after wig, and you have no idea why, and they have different names and personalities for each wig, and i guess all you are thinking is which wig you like them best in and then that becomes very creepy when you realize that they are trying these on for their captor, whose voice can only be heard somewhere behind an imaginary curtain, as Lindsay and Amanda also miraculously do the voice of their own captor, which will later become very inter... full review