That Girl Needs Therapy

Shortly after moving in with an old boyfriend, our apartment became haunted by this chair. This hideous, shiny, orange, high-back swivel number, which we unaffectionately called Mr. Marmalade, moved on its own; it was not comfortable and was just plain creepy -- kind of like Noah Haidle’s play of the...

By Lyssa Oberkreser

November 2, 2006

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Shortly after moving in with an old boyfriend, our apartment became haunted by this chair. This hideous, shiny, orange, high-back swivel number, which we unaffectionately called Mr. Marmalade, moved on its own; it was not comfortable and was just plain creepy -- kind of like Noah Haidle’s play of the same name.

Teetering on the edge of reality, Mr. Marmalade takes you to the playground of make-believe for emotionally disturbed children. Yes, four-year-old Lucy’s imaginary friend is a bipolar coke addict who also has a personal assistant. And the little girl’s real friend, Larry, is suicidal. (Life sucks when you’re five.) Maybe parents should think twice about using television as a babysitter. But you should not think twice about seeing the Mad Cat Theatre Company’s production of this painfully humorous romp through dysfunction junction. Directed by Paul Tei and starring Ivonne Azurdia, Todd Allen Durkin, Erik Fabregat, Scott Genn, Eli Peck, and Ceci Fernandez, the production runs through November 18 at the Light Box. Showtime is 8:00 p.m. Wednesday through Saturday.
Wednesdays-Saturdays, 8 p.m. Starts: Nov. 8. Continues through Nov. 8

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