Seeing as much independent theatre as I do, I often encounter the rage of all women balled into a tight little fist and raised above head height. Wrathfully expleted over 90 minutes, DEER WOMAN is the female fury, sudden or protracted, that all women feel at sometime in their lives.
But this morning’s distance gives pause. What… what… if genders were swapped? What would we feel? Would we allow? We sit and are horrified as the themes and events creep into view, as the story the protagonist weaves becomes whole cloth. Personally confronted, I reeled blinking into the heat with conflicting emotions and a conflict of intellectual response. And a need to reach out to my best friend, my female best friend.
Any prospective audience is advised to take the trigger warnings about DEER WOMAN seriously as more than one woman left the performance which I attended and one young woman was still sobbing while waiting for her boyfriend outside. So why attend? Continue reading DEER WOMAN. HAUNTING, CONFLICTING, VISCERAL.