Through February 17, 2019
Dobama’s anarchic ‘Revolt’ a reminder that theater can and should shock.
To see a full review of this show, read Bob Abelman's blog here or go to:
Maybe the clue to gaining some concept of ““Revolt. She Said. Revolt Again,” is to look at the hundreds of shoes that totally surround the three-sided thrust Dobama stage, and realize that they are all different styles, sizes and colors, and accept that they, like the words of the script, are a clue to the chaos of our era, and though some may fit some, they will not fit all, and though some may serve one purpose, they each may fit another. As such, the play, or any one pair of shoes, each is not for everyone!
Disturbing! Visual! Loud! This play fully captures all of the unleashed pent-up fury of being a woman in the 21st century. Should men attend? Hell yes! Should couples attend? Hell yes! Bring the kids? Hell no! Just be warned that you are in for a jarring experience much akin to your first exposure to Caryl Churchill’s Cloud 9 (1979) and Eve Ensler’s The Vagina Monologues (1996). It is the type of theater that can bring empires down.
But, my sisters, there is a fine line between a play that is naughty rude, and even anarchic--all traits I admire--and one that is often annoying. That explains why I left the show not pumping my fist, electrified by the challenging, transgressive theater I'd just seen, but deflated and confused.
To see a full review of this show, read Andrea Simakis' blog or visit Cleveland.com here.