To call Ricardo Soltero-Brown's exhilarating high-wire act of a play The Equestrian is like calling Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, "The Play About The Baby." We wonder if there really is a horse, or if that voice on the phone is actually the horse, then wonder if Danielle is any of the things she says she is. Pinter meets Beckett in a lyrical, yet undependable web of words. And who is being gaslit, Sarah or the audience? Grab on, strap in, get ready for the ride, knowing perfectly well there is no ride unless there is. A bravura mind-f**k.
To call Ricardo Soltero-Brown's exhilarating high-wire act of a play The Equestrian is like calling Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf, "The Play About The Baby." We wonder if there really is a horse, or if that voice on the phone is actually the horse, then wonder if Danielle is any of the things she says she is. Pinter meets Beckett in a lyrical, yet undependable web of words. And who is being gaslit, Sarah or the audience? Grab on, strap in, get ready for the ride, knowing perfectly well there is no ride unless there is. A bravura mind-f**k.