Michael & Edie
Opening Night: December 3, 2010
Closing: December 19, 2010
Theater: Access Theater
A boy. A girl. A bookstore. Michael and Edie meet in a mysterious, mixed-up bookstore, where they bury themselves amongst stacks of books in an attempt to flee from the rest of their lives. Aisles turn into secret passages, snow falls from holes in the ceiling, desperate phone calls ring from tin cans, and tea kettles turn into crickets. It’s a world full of illusions; illusions that give way to the poignant poetry of being young and a little bit lost in the world.
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December 8, 2010
Rachel Bonds seems to know something about loss. Her play “Anniversary,” about a woman trying to find herself again after the death of a loved one, was a standout of the Ensemble Studio Theater’s one-act festival last June, and now “Michael & Edie” is proving that Ms. Bonds can sustain the sublime tone of the earlier play in a full-length piece.
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December 4, 2010
In Rachel Bonds’ worthwhile new play, Michael & Edie, now at the Access Theatre, the title characters are highly literate twenty-somethings who work in a small bookstore (probably in Brooklyn) run by John (Gabel Eiben), an eccentric man who may have some shady side dealings.
READ THE REVIEWDecember 3, 2010
Michael & Edie is one of those plays where its crude description doesn’t do justice to its true nature. What is set up as a love story between two wayward souls ends up being an unconventional life story about loss and hope and being young. As Michael says about Edie at one point, "The rhythms of [the play’s] lines and meter" are lovely to behold.
READ THE REVIEWDecember 6, 2010
It seems that emerging playwright Rachel Bonds wishes to be the chronicler of damaged souls. Her well-received one-act "Penelope," produced at Ensemble Studio Theatre, was a study in the rescue of a depressed woman. In the 70-minute "Michael & Edie,’ Bonds again examines the coming together of two young people haunted by their pasts. Told with delicacy and several inventive theatrical touches, it’s a play suffused with sadness.
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