Recommendations of All The Pretty Colored Bottles Under The Sink

  • Adam Richter: All The Pretty Colored Bottles Under The Sink

    What a creepy and foreboding play! Hannah Lee DeFrates sets the perfect tone with this thriller, playing the tension perfectly throughout so that even when you think you know the answer to the mystery, the climax still comes as a shock.
    This would be a great addition to an evening of horror plays. Bravo!

    What a creepy and foreboding play! Hannah Lee DeFrates sets the perfect tone with this thriller, playing the tension perfectly throughout so that even when you think you know the answer to the mystery, the climax still comes as a shock.
    This would be a great addition to an evening of horror plays. Bravo!

  • Cole Hunter Dzubak: All The Pretty Colored Bottles Under The Sink

    It's been a while since a twist in a play baffled me the way "All The Pretty Colored Bottles Under The Sink" did. Hannah Lee DeFrates is one of my go-to playwrights for anything creepy, spooky, and thrilling, and this play has such a way of being all three at once. This should be on everyone's "must-read" list, brilliant work!

    It's been a while since a twist in a play baffled me the way "All The Pretty Colored Bottles Under The Sink" did. Hannah Lee DeFrates is one of my go-to playwrights for anything creepy, spooky, and thrilling, and this play has such a way of being all three at once. This should be on everyone's "must-read" list, brilliant work!

  • Jarred Corona: All The Pretty Colored Bottles Under The Sink

    How much different is death from a dream? Do we float then on the edges of reality like the memory of a distant sleep? I wonder. This show feels like a wisp. It's a surreal piece that, as you get closer, as you truly see it, is disturbing a bit, and, in that, mesmerizing. And then, like that, it's gone. Wisps always go away, but their memories remain. Well done.

    How much different is death from a dream? Do we float then on the edges of reality like the memory of a distant sleep? I wonder. This show feels like a wisp. It's a surreal piece that, as you get closer, as you truly see it, is disturbing a bit, and, in that, mesmerizing. And then, like that, it's gone. Wisps always go away, but their memories remain. Well done.