Anne Phelan's MUSHROOM IN HER HANDS is a wondrous, captivating odyssey through through the Wonderland of Lewis Carroll, but retold as Alice's journey through the confusing and frequently threatening landscape of womanhood. It is a perfect analogy - first we are small, then big, then small again. This moment of dialogue caught my breath -
ALICE: I've never been complimented on my insides.
MAD HATTER: Some man must have told you he loved your mind. Your eyes, at the very least.
MARCH HARE: They all say that.
The play is sheer theatrical delight from start to finish.
Anne Phelan's MUSHROOM IN HER HANDS is a wondrous, captivating odyssey through through the Wonderland of Lewis Carroll, but retold as Alice's journey through the confusing and frequently threatening landscape of womanhood. It is a perfect analogy - first we are small, then big, then small again. This moment of dialogue caught my breath -
ALICE: I've never been complimented on my insides.
MAD HATTER: Some man must have told you he loved your mind. Your eyes, at the very least.
MARCH HARE: They all say that.
The play is sheer theatrical delight from start to finish.