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5 Lesbians Eating a Quiche
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5 Lesbians eating a Quiche is the untold story of the Gertrude Stein – basically a coven of widows who aren’t widows. The show takes place in 1954 during the “Annual Quiche Breakfast”.

The show is slightly interactive, with each member of the audience being given a name tag with a woman’s name (make or female) which identifies us as a member of their society of secrets. At moments during the show, the actresses come out and talk to the audience by their newly-given names, and even a poor fellow stuck in the front row gets picked on as a fallen member of the council members, which our cast of five fills out.

No one particularly stands out in the very talented cast, which is not to say there aren’t memorable moments. Caitlin Chukta performing a lengthy bit of enthusiastic oral sex on a quiche is quite the crowd pleaser. The first admittance of being a lesbian by Megan Johns as Wren Robin in a room full of women who have been living a lie is truly moving. And then of course, the unexpected resolution of the character Dale Prist.

Up until the very end of the show, it is a light-hearted, tongue-in-cheek, witty, coy, and funny show. So much focus on “the egg” and their disgust of “meat” in their quiches. Platonic disguises and code words are rampant throughout the script and it almost seems as the actress turn and wink to the audience. After all, there is no fourth wall anyway.

Suddenly playwrights Evan Linder and Andrew Hobgood go very dark. It does seem a natural ending of a play set in the shadow of the cold war, but unnatural for the play that has come before it. I was definitely able to come up with a more appropriate ending for the comedy I had watched – and the history for which it exists in – within minutes; clearly these two gents who spent time and tears writing what is definitely an above average night at the theatre could have come up with something grand.

Why end the play in such a dark place? What is it that the playwrights want me to understand? I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I am straight and never lived in a closet. Maybe as a producer I care more about the audience then the writer. Maybe the authors just didn’t get it.

I was left feeling disappointed after a show that for first 95% had me laughing along and joining in with its characters. The show was a Fringe Festival favorite, but the fringe shouldn’t have been the dark, depressing ending, but the clever LGBT message and the playful veils of a secret society hiding in plain sight.

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