The people in Matthew Weaver's world are vulnerable, lovable, and totally relatable, and "Bigelow Gulch" is no exception. We feel like we're at the next table eavesdropping on a reunion of old friends, each with history -- and maybe a future -- with each other. And just as it is with eavesdropping, we are left to fill in the gaps, using our imagination to wonder what went on, what lies beneath the polite conversation, the knowing glances, the subtle hints of so much more. And that's the beauty of this play.
The people in Matthew Weaver's world are vulnerable, lovable, and totally relatable, and "Bigelow Gulch" is no exception. We feel like we're at the next table eavesdropping on a reunion of old friends, each with history -- and maybe a future -- with each other. And just as it is with eavesdropping, we are left to fill in the gaps, using our imagination to wonder what went on, what lies beneath the polite conversation, the knowing glances, the subtle hints of so much more. And that's the beauty of this play.