This almost-done-it, written and directed by Liz Farler, begins with a variation on a familiar premise. The immediate family of aging star Sylvia Bigalow gathers around her comatose body.
Sylvia, as we learn from her out-of-body monologues to us, is the victim of an attempted murder. Most of the 60-minute running time is taken up with various family members making suspects of themselves in ways that will surprise anyone who’s never read Agatha Christie. The central gimmick of having Sylvia address the audience directly, ostensibly asking for help to figure out who tried to kill her, isn’t used in any meaningful way and feels forced well before the halfway mark.
The local cast acquit themselves relatively well, although diction and audibility cause occasional problems. In the end, it’s tough to invest any emotion in characters this irredeemable, so that we don’t much care whodunit.
- Ben Wiebe