

Out Cast Theatre’s latest offering melds hilarity with anguish. You think, perhaps they shouldn’t be so funny under the shadow of a loved one’s death.

Wally is a fridge salesman. We think he is one thing, a loud wisecracking ex-pat American, but soon it becomes apparent that there is more to him - he is an erudite eccentric, given life by the ebullient performance of Bill Ten Eyck.


Dwelling on the performance for days afterwards, I still feel a great ambiguity. The play lacks coherence.

Eugene O'Neill's Long Day's Journey Into Night is regarded as one of the great masterpieces of American playwriting.

Dead Man’s Cell Phone is vivid through its accuracy and humour, which is couched in the magic realism of Sarah Ruhl’s writing.