My overall impression
Jan O’Connor brings the Fierceness of the Streets with the mezmerizing “The Pool of Gold in the Sky,” starring the sensational Jeffrey Wylie, as a man, trapped in vacant lot at midnight with vagrants (Stephen Spiegel and Crystal Flores), who may or may not be Jesus Christ and the Virgin Mary returning to earth for the second coming. The joy of her direction and her writing is that Jan O’Connor makes what at first seems absurd become somehow plausible and the audience has to decide for themselves whether these two people are actually who they claim to be.
This brilliant show is bookended by, first, another Jan O’Connor play, Dusted, directed by Amy Tofte based on a whatever-happened-to-Tinkerbell premise that is loaded with laughs and not anything like you expected. Again at the end, especially in this evening of LA Streets, you have to question whether she is really Tinkerbell or another delusional tenant of the underside of life.
That underide is never more evident in the final piece written and directed by Amy Tofte entitles Trio, three divergent mind tracings of three others lost on the streets, each with their own agendas that blend and swirl in anger and outrage and fear around people who are not always completely sane or noticed in passing. Amy makes you take notice.