By Megan Mooney
Hard to know what to expect from a show that is billed as a dub aria. What you get with Obsidian Theatre‘s who knew grannie, now playing at Factory Theatre, is a night filled with beauty. The characters (and actors) were beautiful, the language was beautiful, the drumming was beautiful, and the signing was, well, something more than beautiful. Spectacular? The singing was spectacular.
You may have guessed by now that I loved who knew grannie. Sam (aka mum) was my show partner for this one, and she also loved the piece. The only caveat would be that there’s a reasonable chance you’ll cry at some point in the production. That said, Sam was quick to point out that, although she spent a reasonable amount of time crying, she didn’t feel beaten up at the end. It was a perfect description.
So often shows that involve a whack of crying on my part just knock the wind out of me. I walk out of the theatre glad I had gone, appreciating the work, but also feeling completely spent. I did my share of weeping at who knew grannie, but at the end I felt excited and exhilarated.
