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Zombies vs.Furniture

In Theatre on September 26, 2013 at 8:01 am

Well, I know I’m late/nonexistent these days with the reviews, but I can still be of SOME use around here.  As for example…we all love Fringe, right?  If you don’t you’re an awful person, so just say yes.  Well, tonight starts a three-day double bill teaming up two beloved shows from this past June’s Ottawa Fringe Festival, over at the Arts Court theatre.  In the tradition of last year’s successful 2-bill of SPACE MYSTERY FROM OUTER SPACE and ALIEN PREDATOR: THE MUSICAL, this year Dead Unicorn Ink and Punchbag Playhouse have gotten together to bring us the BENT SPRINGS AND SHAMBLING THINGS event, featurig the horror/comedy duo of CHESTERFIELD and DIE ZOMBIE DIE.

Equal rights or death!  No, wait...

Equal rights or death! No, wait…

DIE ZOMBIE DIE from Richard Hemphill is a grand period zombie mystery featuring Ray Besharah, Dave Benedict Brown, Victoria Luloff, and a cast of shambling undead hordes being used by director Stewart Matthews in ways that you really have to see for yourself.  This show won best of venue at Academic hall, not an easy place to fill, so if you missed it (or just wanna see the fun again), this is your chance.

Shoulda gone to Ikea.

Shoulda gone to Ikea.

CHESTERFIELD by Patrice Ann Forbes is one I missed at Fringe, so I’m delighted to get a second crack at it.  Dead unicorn Ink has a solid rep as the funtime, b-movie heroes of Ottawa Theatre, seeing the gang tackling a cannibalistic couch bodes well, all under the direction of Sylvie ‘Patti Stream’ Recoskie.  All this fun is just 20 bucks and starts at 8pm this Thursday thru Saturday nights and yes, the bar will be open in the studio.  What, have you got something better to do?  Get moving!  Peace, love and soul,

KevinReid, the Visitor (and Winston)


Private goes Public

In Theatre on September 24, 2013 at 8:37 am

Hey, I have a blog!

Okay, okay, I’ve been pretty conspicuously absent from the ol’ Visitorium of late, and all apologies for that.   There’s this whole school thing going on right now, and that’s another post in itself which I may or may not write ever, but suffice it to say my mental energies are being pretty well accounted for most hours of the day lately.  But even a hard-workin’ student like myself can find the time for some shenanigans every now and then, which is how me and my fellow OTS gangster Kathryn managed to get out to the Gladstone on Friday night for the first show of their 2013-14 season.  Having not been back myself since the summer ONE NIGHT ONLY series, it was nice to get back to the ‘Stone for the latest from Plosive productions, this time out going for a little bit of Noel Coward and PRIVATE LIVES. This show had some solid players in it, and Plosive has been proudly promoting it as ‘the second funniest play ever written’, so I was ready for some good laffin’.

We start out in a resort villa overlooking the sea, where a lovely yacht is apparently perpetually casting enchanting ripples of light.  Enter Elyot (David Whiteley) and his blushing new bride Sybil (Brownyn Steinberg), trying to enjoy their honeymoon.  Sybil seems a touch too…feminine for Eyiot’s tastes, and read into THAT what you will, but they struggle along well enough.  Until we find that Elliot’s ex, the striking and strong-willed Amanda (Alix Sideris) is occupying the adjoining room, with HER newlywed husband Victor (Steve Martin), a prim and proper Victorian gent if ever I saw one.  Inevitably, Elyot and Amanda discover one another, and immediately try in vain to get their spouses to agree to flee the vicinity immediately.  When that backfires spectacularly, they are pushed to extreme measures…namely, talking to each other.  The resulting mess takes up the rest of the play to deal with, and is really still a work in progress when the curtain falls.

PRIVATE LIVES was an interesting one for me…not as laugh-out-loud hilarious as I’d been expecting, tho there certainly is much merriment to be had.  But it felt more melodramatic than anything (not a slam, I dig me some melodrama), as our star-crossed lovers try to rekindle their old flame with disastrous results.  All performances were strong, tho I’d have to give a bit of an edge to Alix and Steve as Amanda and Victor as my fav’rits early on for some dynamite onstage chemistry.  Steve Martin later on gets some of the better scene-stealing laughs of the show, as I’ve learned to expect from Mr.Martin by now, and he didn’t disappoint.  Camille Beauchamp rounds out the cast as the maid Louise, who would seemingly rather be anywhere than tending to these self-absorbed fops.  And yay for Brownyn in a wig!

It’s a fun show indeed, with a couple of rejoinders…that balcony set is a bit of an eyesore, it must be said, although the indoor decorations in acts II and III are a major improvement.  And some of the humour is a bit dangerously dated…trying to stripmine domestic abuse for comedy is a tricky business in this day and age, and those moments only half work at best.  But director Craig Walker pulls it all together as best he can, and we come out with a pretty darn good comedy of ill-manners to kick off the season.  Looking forward to more goodness from the Gladstone as the season unfolds!  Peace, love and soul,

Kevin Reid, the Visitor (and Winston)

L’amour est un Oiseau Rebelle

In Theatre on September 8, 2013 at 7:20 pm

Opera time again?  Already?  Well, I suppose I haven’t been feeling quite inadequate enough as a reviewer lately, so why the Hell not dive off the deep end into something I’m wholly unqualified to write about?  At least I get to dress up nice for the occasion.

Last nite’s bit of high-class musical mayhem from Opera Lyra was CARMEN by George Bizet, a French opera set in Spain, because Culture!  The tale starts out in Seville, where a gaggle of soldiers are doing some people-watching when doe-eyed Micaela arrives in search of Corporal Don Jose.  She brings the proud Momma’s boy news from his beloved mother, as well as her written instructions that he get a move on with settling down by making an honest woman out of Micaela.  Jose likes this idea just fine, and that really should have been that.


But then the Factory Girls arrived.  And everything went to merry Hell.  Because amongst the gals of the local cigarette concern is Carmen, aka the worst woman in the world.   And I’m barely joking, she’s really very awful, but she’s spectacularly good at it.  A wicked dancer, unparallelled temptress, and not afraid to toss a few punches around when necessary, she sets about seducing Don Jose, possibly out of sheer ennui, and he falls for her hook, line and sinker. Which is a somewhat reckless move, coming as it does on the heels of Carmen singing a song specifically about what a terrible idea it is to fall in love with her. Next thing you know, he’s doing thirty days in the pokey for letting her escape from arrest for starting a brawl, while his commanding officer Zuniga is trying to put his own moves on her.  Eventually, Carmen and Don Jose get together, but within minutes they’re on the lam, joining up with Carmen’s band of gypsies to move some purloined goods.  And I haven’t even MENTIONED the matador.

CARMEN is considered one of the classics in opera, and it sure is a heckuva lotta fun.  Don Jose and Carmen make for maybe the unhealthiest romance in opera history…which is saying something for a medium in which something like 95% of relationships end in death.  The production is a beauty, with the expected parade of lush costumes, towering setpieces, and the rather handy NAC Orchestra front and center.  Opera Lyra has assembled another smashing cast with what I can only assume are superhuman singing abilities, because I sure as shoot know I couldn’t hit those notes.  The positively gorgeous Alessandra Volpe stars as Carmen (or Carmencita), making for a very convincing and bewitching leading lady and taking no guff from any man, and belting out a whole lotta smashing tunes to boot.  Which is pretty crucial in a show like this, where even utter opera newbies like me will recognize half the songs.  I’ll let Ms.Callas and friends explain that for me, better than I could:

David Pomeroy gives his Don Jose a terrific human quality, as well as booming pipes…you just want to smack the poor lug and tell him to get back to his Mom where he belongs!  His boss Zuniga, aka Alain Coulombe, has great thundering bass presence, which is my kinda range.  And now I WILL mention the matador, aka Escamillo, aka Corey Crider, who storms in like a hybrid pop star/NFL quarterback and commands all attention to him, with another incredible rendition of another classic song.  But I gotta agree with my galpal of the evening Rebecca, that Lara Ciekiewicz’ Micaela damn near stole the show, setting the place on fire with her voice.  It was a dynamite performance indeed, in a night of dynamite performances.  And a shout-out to the kids, Opera Lyra’s gang of onstage youth who added great spark to act I, especially in an amazing sequence where they mimicked the arriving and outgoing soldiers, to great comic effect.  Kudos, kids.

What else can I say..? Lyra knows them some opera, and it shows.  If you can snag a ticket, and have the itch for some stunning musical theatre, this would be your bet.  Worked for me…even if I was getting a tad sleepy by the end, but that’s only on account of it being a long, late show that fell in between my weekend brunch shifts.  Plan your evening accordingly, and strap in for a helluva fun show.  Peace, love and soul,

Kevin Reid, the Visitor (and Winston)

Never Mind the Bollocks, here’s the Shakespeare

In Company of Fools, Theatre on September 5, 2013 at 8:55 pm

So, HAL AND FALSTAFF.  Let’s get right to it this time, hey, because I’m at home, stir crazy as all get-out, and just started dancing by myself to FREAKY STYLEY for the first time in about a dozen years.  I’m pumped, folks, and ready to make some theatrical writeup magick!

Now, maybe even old-school Red Hot Chili Peppers isn’t completely apropos background music for this post, as the production from A Company of Fools, under the loving guidance of Queen Margo MacDonald adapting and directing, is a little more late 70’s punk in its tone, and I couldn’t love it more for it. Set in a dingy, cluttered attic, our gang of six (Katie Ryerson, Matthew John Lundvall, Simon Bradshaw, Geoff McBride, John Doucet and Melanie Karin Brown) filter in, decked out in glorious punk fashion and sprawling about the set like they honestly couldn’t care less that any of us are even there.  Until McBride finds the crown, and then our rabble takes it upon themselves to begin telling the tale of Henry (or Hal, or Harry, or whatever Shakespeare felt like calling him that minute…played by a splendidly wigged Katie Ryerson) and his youthful collaboration with fiction’s greatest rogue, Falstaff (Lundvall, reprising his role from MERRY WIVES OF WINDSOR, now with about 200 lbs of extra fat suit for good measure).  The other players take turns filling out the sprawling cast of characters that make up this tale, culled from several of Billy Shakes’ historical plays, from Richard II to Henry V.  Telling this story is no mean feat, so it isn’t surprising that Margo is what, the first person since Orson Welles to attempt it?

Okay, maybe not, but as long as I’m on the subject RELEASE THIS ON  DVD ALREADY!!!

Okay, maybe not, but as long as I’m on the subject  RELEASE THIS ON DVD ALREADY!!!

The punk conceit works like a fucking charm in this, the sprawling tale of Henry’s path from rebellious layabout to monarch.  Falstaff, naturally, is far more constant that wee Hal, and remains a cowardly good-for-nothing right to the end, and we love him for it.  The moments of incredible storytelling in this show are too numerous to describe, and it coalesces into a whole that is one of the most satisfying pieces of Shakespeare you’ll ever be lucky enough to see.  Geoff McBride’s King Henry IV is absolutely out-fucking-standing, and I almost stood up and applauded after one of his final speeches.  Simon Bradshaw continues to amaze as one of the most versatile actors around, and getting some of the biggest laughs in the show as a lisping clergyman.  Melanie Karin Brown makes for a tremendously fun Scottish King AND courtesan both, while John Doucet scores some tough guy points as Hal’s nemesis, the brash prince Henry Percy.  Casting Katie Ryerson as Prince Hal was a bit of genius indeed, and she makes a lean and unpredictable heir apparent, playing marvellously against the wunnerful Matthew John Lundvall, an even better Falstaff here than in WINDSOR.  The childish joy of the character, all the disappointment and the heartbreak awaiting…it’s all there, and it’s all good.

Lundvall and Ryerson as Falstaff and Hal, courtesy of Justin van Leeuwen.

Lundvall and Ryerson as Falstaff and Hal, courtesy of Justin van Leeuwen.

Major truckloads of love to Vanesa Imeson, who handled the filthy/gorgeous costumes and set for this one, as well as Jess Preece for some clearly supernatural work assembling those killer props.  This is a darker direction for the Fools (and indoor to boot), and I’m so very glad they went there.  My only wish for this production is that it could have actually been a little MORE punk…I kept waiting for some of the characters to strut onstage sporting a Sid Vicious or Joey Ramone accent, but that might just be my roots showing.  At any rate, go see this show or you’re dumb as a sack of hammers, is what I’m saying.  It plays the rest of this week at the Gladstone , then hits Shenkman and Centrepointe for a week apiece. Get going, or don’t show your face around here again, get me?  Peace, love and soul,

Kevin Reid, the Visitor (and Winston)

Coming Up in September 2013

In Theatre on September 3, 2013 at 4:47 pm

Okay, I may have had my head up My Summer Crush for the last few weeks, but theatre marches on!  And even if I’m gonna start going a bit AWOL on this blog as a result of HOLY SHIT I’M GOING TO THEATRE SCHOOL IN A WEEK, but there’s still plenty for you all to see out there (and of course, I’ll still try and catch as much as I can).  Here’s the lowdown:

the Hal and Falstaff mob, courtesy of Justin van Leeuwen.

the Hal and Falstaff mob, courtesy of Justin van Leeuwen.

HAL AND FALSTAFF at the Gladstone Theatre, Centrepointe Studio and Shenkman Centre Theatre, from A Company of Fools.  The fools kick off their Torchlight Too series with Margo MacDonald’s adaptation of all the henry and Falstaff-y bits from Shakespeare, lovingly crammed into a punk-rock aesthetic, because Margo is freaking awesome.  3rd to the 8th at the Gladstone, 10th to the 15th at Centrepointe Studio, and 17th to 22nd at Shenkman Studio.  All shows pay what you can (suggested donation – $15)!

CARMEN at the NAC Southam Hall, from Opera Lyra.  Opera is back and bustin’ out at the NAC, and this time they’re going Gypsy.  Plays the 7th, 9th, 11th and 14th.

PROUD at the Great Canadian Theatre Company.  The era of Eric Coates begins at the GCTC with this political satire by Michael Heatley!  From the 10th to the 29th.

SKIN FLICK at the Ottawa Little Theatre.  101st season, anyone?  Kicking off with some saucy Norm Foster goodness. The 10th to the 28th.

PRIVATE LIVES at the Gladstone Theatre, from Plosive Productions.  A funny show, so they say, from the man himself Noel Coward.  From the 20th thru to October 12th.

THE 39 STEPS at the Ron Maslin Playhouse, from Kanata Theatre.  Hitchcock goes Kanata!  From the 17th to 28th.

THE LARAMIE PROJECT: TEN YEARS LATER at Studio Leonard-Beaulne, from Red.Collective.  A return tot he hard-hitting verbatim hit, from the Reddies.  26th and 27th.


DIE ZOMBIE DIE and CHESTERFIELD at Arts Court Theatre, from Punchbag Playhouse and Dead unicorn Ink.  Horror/comedy double-bill straight from this year’s Ottawa Fringe, that you dare not miss out on.  From the 26th to 28th.


QUAND LA MER…  Nac Studio the 9th and 10th. Part of the 2013 Zones Théâtrales Biennial.

L’HONETTE HOMME – UN ONE WOMAN SHOW at Academic Hall, from Poesie Electrique, Theate la Catapulte, and Centre Culturel Frontenac.  The 9th and 10th.

A TU ET A MOI at Studio Leonard Beulne, from Compagnie L’Atelier.  From the 12th to 13th, then the 18th to 21st.

JE N’Y SUIS PLUS at Salle Jean-Desprez, by Theatre Francais CNA and Zone Theatrales. From the 11th to 14th.

II (Deux) at Arts Court, the from Theatre de la Vielle 17 and Theatre de Nouvel-Ontario.  The 10th and 11th.

LE iSHOW at the NAC Studio, the 13th and 14th.  Part of  the 2013 Zones Théâtrales Biennial

LE CHATTE ET LE HIBOU at Theatre de L’Ile.  From the 11th to October 12th.

MOI, DANS LES RUINES ROUGES DU SIECLE from Theatre Francais CNA, in the NAC Theatre.  From the 25th to 28th.


Crush Improv is back with their regularly scheduled ‘BOUT TIME at the Heart and Crown (Mother McGintey’s, to be precise) in the market on the 9th.  And GRIMProv will be playing at the Cock and Lion with their BEST OF BOTH WORLDS show this Wednesday the 4th!  More info on other shows as it comes in!

That’s it for now…I’m off for dinner and a show, and you should be too.  Peace, love and soul,

Kevin Reid, the Visitor (and Winston)

Crushed! The End Was Here.

In Improv on September 2, 2013 at 8:21 pm

Well, all good things must come to an end, because the universe is just terrible.  And here we are, post-MY SUMMER CRUSH and wondering where it’s all gone.  Lucky for you I’m a lazy little shit sometimes, and have yet to post this, my final report on the closing weekend shenanigans!  And yes, I actually made it out to the shows and workshops this time, and won’t be subjecting you to a review of my latest CHUCK marathon instead.  Not that I don’t have anything to say about that series finale (sigh).  What was with that lame villain, anyways..?

But on to business!  Since I’ve got so much to cover in this post, we’re breaking it into three sections…partly for efficiency, but mostly because I, like Anders Yates, LOVE lists.


Friday was my return to the Summer Crush series after a few crumby days of sniffling and sneezing and being a general sick creep.  So I may not have been at my high-energy best when I stepped into that afternoons workshop from the swell lads at Montreal Improv.  But Brent and Marc from MI had all the energy and then some, and our little group would just have to step up or get flattened.  The workshop was all about intention, or exploring the why of your improv character, and they tossed us into it straightaway with an exercize…each of us was assigned a secret desire, then we all jut mingled party-style.  When it was over, we all sat down and tried to figure out what everyone else’s character really wanted.  It was a tricky one for me, as my aforementioned low energy had me kind of lurking in the background for half the party.  But it was still pretty informative.    Next we did some smaller scenes, still informed by the one secret desire, and explored the different ways the character’s wants could express themselves…I found myself flashing back to ‘tactics’ from my OSSD acting classes.

We got into some bigger 4-person scenes, then…each with its own setting and characters, but each assigned a different attitude towards the other characters…ie: everyone in the scene I participated in had to pick one person on stage to think was always hilarious, another to treat like they were a celebrity, and a third to treat as if they were terminally ill.  Which becomes tricky when you’re trying to do a scene about watching a football game, but also takes it in pretty fun new directions.  Kudos to Andrew for ending the scene like a champ by falling off his chair…that Andy Massingham workshop has clearly sunk in.

The lads gave us plenty to chew on, and apologies for how much I’m likely forgetting to write down here, but that’s what happens when I wait days and says to write about something.  We had a little break between workshop and show, and I had me a sammich and donut, and returned to arts court ready for the evenings festivities when a surprise came upon me. Having only expected to watch the show, AL Connors up and asked if I wanted to join in with the onstage opening act (I’d missed my scheduled performance the day before).  That main improv tenet of always saying yes kicked in, and I found myself in the theatre, warming up with AL, special guest-star Colin Munch, Ray Besharah, Andrew, Adam and Jennifer.  Honestly, I think the crazy shit we warmed up with might have been better than what we did on stage, although that was pretty fun too.  Did an options scene with Ray and Colin (Hurray for Captain Planet!), a quick round of Questions that Jennifer handily won, a bit of good old foursquare which I THINK I’m getting better at…it was a fun surprise, and I’m thankful to AL for asking me up.

easy action poster
But better stuff was to come, as Brent and Marc hit the stage for their EASY ACTION show, an improvised 2-man action movie That…wow.  This show was so awesome I think I might be pregnant now.  Setting their tale in the Florida everglades after an audience suggestion/story, they blasted out with a show filled with evil redneck developers, elderly bystanders, a tortured explosive expert and his moody teenage son, swamp people, and of course, giant walking trees. Watching these two cats juggle multiple characters, accents and on-the fly plotlines was a funky kinda magic…having their own music cues was the icing on the cake.  I continue to be amazed at the ridiculously high calibre of talent Crush Improv has managed to corral for this series…and I had one more night to be impressed.


The swell lads of UNCALLED FOR.

The swell lads (Anders Yates and Colin Munch) of UNCALLED FOR.

Saturday was the final day of MY SUMMER CRUSH, but it was not to pass idly.  This was, after all, Uncalled for Day at the crush, and the last and longest of the workshops was set to begin at noon sharp (a pleasantly threatening e-mail from HM, had plenty of bums in seats on time for a change).  This was the much anticipated Sketch Writing workshop hosted by Anders Yates, and to my delight Colin Munch decided to co-host the shop with him.  Everyone pulled up a table and a notebook…yes, we were writing BY HAND, internet, that’s how hardcore this workshop was…and the lads started putting us through our paces.  A few timed writing drills, two minutes or 5 of solid scribbling, just to get us in the right headspace…led us into a discussion of where to look to find the hook, or as Anders put it, the ‘game’ of a scene.  We did some more quick timed writing, this time with a dialogue-heavy slant, then had to surprisingly share it with another workshopper, who got to try and imagine places to go with it.  Anders and Colin are both big advocates of showing your work to others if you’re blocked (or even if you’re not), and this was a pretty good argument for it.  Kind of amazing what a new pair of eyes can come up with.

A bigger team exercize had us brainstorming all sorts of simple words and phrases, as many as we could come up with, off of a central theme…me, T-Lev and Laura Hall got ‘Chores’…and then come up with at least 5 different sketch premises based on some combination of whatever we had on the page.  It was a pretty energizing idea, especially when we handed our lists off to someone else, and then had to choose an idea off someone ELSE’S list to attack as a sketch for 15 minutes.  And once we came up with something, it was then time to hand our sketch off to yet another group, and try and rewrite or finish whatever we got in return.  It was some challenging fun times, and I hope it rekindled a bit of that old creative writer lurking underneath all of my bloggery.

That LAND OF THE LOST fanfiction isn't going to write itself, after all.

That LAND OF THE LOST fanfiction isn’t going to write itself, after all.

A little break for dinner, and my third and final visit to Smoke’s of the series (I think we need a break ourselves now, Smoke, no offense), until back to the curt for UNCALLED FOR in all their 2-man glory, performing their Greatest Sketch Hits show.  Anders and Colin showed pretty fucking convincingly that they know what they speak of in the sketch comedy game with this rapid-fire collection of bits, one funnier than the next.  Highlights include Russian mafioso, Cupid’s troubled home life, time travel mishaps, and astronauts in love.  The ending was so perfect it might be an insult to the Creator.  An incredible end to an incredible series.  But WAIT..!



That’s right, it was now time for the final LATE SHOW of the series, and of course all bets were off at this point.  People were feeling good, the shot-ski was out and ready for action at the bar, and Crush  was in fine form.  They performed the first set with the lads from Uncalled For, to the delight of everyone assembled.  Afterwards they opened up the floor, inviting all the various improvisers in the audience up in shifts to play a few games and put the finishing moves on the night.  And yes, even I went up in the second wave, doing a marathon session of “I want to see a scene called”, in which Dan Lajoie made the glorious mistake of setting himself up to be alone onstage, which led into a rather seriously epic 7 minute monologue on the good old days that no one present will EVER forget.  For my own part, I got up a few times, and I think I am now closer than ever to perfecting my Rubiks Cube mime.

Which brings to the really real end of MY SUMMER CRUSH.  I have a lot of feeling about this years’ series, all of them good or better.  A lot of you folks missed a lot of this series, and you made a terrible mistake, I can tell ya right now.  Crush Improv, especially AL and HM Connors did an incredible job putting this baby together (major props to all the awesome volunteers, too). The kinds of workshops they presented in this series are worth their weight in gold, and I consider myself 20 kinds of lucky to have had the chance to benefit from them.  I’ve now improvised in full sets three whole times, in front of an audience even…and even as recently as 2 years ago I wouldn’t have ever imagined myself doing that.  And while I’m not gonna say I’m any good at it, I will say I’m about 100 times better at it than before this series began.  And all the friendly faces I met and reacquainted myself with at this affair was unbelievable…all my love to Ryan, Kevin M, Jillian, Jennifer, Andrew, Adam, Leah, Liz, Travis, and everyone else I’m forgetting here.   HUGE thanks to Dan, AL, Kirsten, Chris, Tess, Anders, Colin, Mark, Brent and Andy for the amazing lessons and good times at the workshops. To everyone for the shows…TOUGH!, EASY ACTION and Uncalled For’s GREATEST SKETCH HITS (which I’ll admit, needs a catchier title) were fucking incredible, as were the new views of May Can’s great HAPPINESStm and WOLVES>BOYS.

I’m already looking back at the last 3 weeks, and thinking of them as my own personal good old days.  VERY glad to hear they’ll be back again next year, and I’m already looking forward.  And in the meantime, Crush and the gang will be back in a week at the Heart and Crown in the Market for their regular ‘BOUT TIME show, this one happening on my first day of school at OTS.  Sounds like a celebration to me…I’d better see you there.  Peace, love and soul,

Kevin Reid, the Visitor (and Winston)

Crush Improv
May Can Theatre
Kirsten Rasmussen
Bad Dog Theatre
Montreal Improv
Uncalled For