There's a certain kind of spellcasting woven into the cadence of this play. It's hard to put a finger on, but is absolutely felt. Poynton brings forth figures from myth, as as people we may recognize, with human hopes, needs, and anger. But this is also a play in which magic exists, not in a figurative sense, but as a fundamental rule to the world that effects all who are in it. The form that magic takes is dark, chaotic, merciless, all the more so because it's grounded in the real. A powerful tale of Gods and monsters.
There's a certain kind of spellcasting woven into the cadence of this play. It's hard to put a finger on, but is absolutely felt. Poynton brings forth figures from myth, as as people we may recognize, with human hopes, needs, and anger. But this is also a play in which magic exists, not in a figurative sense, but as a fundamental rule to the world that effects all who are in it. The form that magic takes is dark, chaotic, merciless, all the more so because it's grounded in the real. A powerful tale of Gods and monsters.