Schrödinger's Cat
by Dan Robertson
Ditch Water - Winnipeg, MB
V.9 - Eckhardt-Gramatté Hall 
Quanos drug corporation develops a tattoo which can predict the wearer's demise one year in advance. Humankind finds itself in a state of wanton uncertainty when foreknowledge of death skews our outlook on life. Bike helmets, seat belts, flu shots and kale smoothies become obsolete. Quickly becoming the most profitable company in history, Quanos moves to hide the dark truth about their miracle product. A mysterious scientist, his cat and a vegan team up to expose Quanos and its reclusive CEO who seems to stay one step ahead in every situation.

 
Show Info:
60 Mins
Tickets: $10

Audience:
General
Warnings:Strobe lights
Wed July 19 8:15 PM
Fri July 21 12:00 PM
Sat July 22 7:15 PM
Sun July 23 3:30 PM
Tue July 25 4:00 PM
Wed July 26 9:00 PM
Fri July 28 3:30 PM
Sat July 29 10:45 PM

Dear Jenny,

Michelle Cook’s review of our show hurt my heart. Not because you didn’t like the show, I’m fine with that. Usually I can read bad reviews, forget them instantly, and go on with my day. But since reading your review I just can’t shake the horrible anguish that comes with knowing that someone out there believes that myself and my actors don’t know the difference between Star Wars and Star Trek. It’s killing me, Michelle. Remember when Q took Picard to the reality where Picard never made Captain? Remember how that made him feel? That’s how I feel right now only worse because I don’t even have Q here to crack jokes. I feel like a womp ratt that has been bulls-eyed, I feel like Worf when a “real” Klingon challenges his Klingonhood, I feel like I’ve been stabbed through the heart by my own child. For me, this is worse than when Data died. And that was a bad day for me. I took work off for that. As I write this I am sitting in a house that contains two radio controlled R2D2s, several X-wings, Bobba Fett’s ship in three different sizes, and no children. The lock screen of the phone on which I’m composing this email is an official Starfleet communication wallpaper and had I chosen to write you from my computer I would have booted up to an image of Kirk screaming about Kahn.

That line was a reflection of Zach’s character and not a reflection of the writer’s knowledge of the Rebellion, the Empire, or the Federation. We throw back to the joke later in the show when Zach responds to the Doctor, “Cool! Just like Star Trek.” The joke has worked on some shows, other shows it has fallen flat. I’m not blaming you for not “getting” it. It’s never the audience’s fault if something is not clear enough. I’m not asking you to alter your review or even respond to this email. I just want you to know- no, I NEED you to know that I’m not oblivious to the inner workings of the worlds of Trek and Wars.

Please understand that this is not sarcasm, I don’t hate you, and I don’t hate your review. I am dead serious when I say that I will not be able to sleep tonight knowing that someone out there thinks I’m a fake geek girl.

Fringe long and prosper and may the Fringe be with you,

Cathy Herbert


Schrödinger’s Cat

Ditch Water—Eckhardt-Gramatté Hall

Given that this company has two performances under their belt, this show took a long time to find its feet. I really wanted to like this show. It had young and eager actors and a script with an interesting premise. But sadly, it did not deliver.

The performer playing Zack (?), the boyfriend, was a stand out in the show. He had good comedic timing, we could hear him, and his character was likeable and believable. The actor playing Professor X had one shining moment in the one hour production, when he regressed into a cat laying with a ball of yarn. Nice work, and it got a few laughs.

Pretty much everything else was problematic. The Professor character delivered most of his lines to the floor. And at one point I wanted to rush the stage and nail his shoes to the stage – his shuffling was so distracting. Beatrix, the villain of the piece, had very little stage presence, and when the same actor played the girlfriend, her stage presence was even less. The prop cat provided everyone with a very brief moment of interest, and the pharmaceutical-style commercial was produced well and was very believable. But it didn’t need to be aired twice. And to see its two actors, I had to go to a different show.

After really slogging through about forty minutes of the performance, it dawned on me that the show was trying to be campy, in the style of Back To The Future. I think.

The handout at the door had no credits or information about the company, the playwright or actors. I don’t know their experience level, whether or not there was a director, or if this was a first time effort.

By the way guys, teleporters (transporters) are not a Star Wars, but a Star Trek thing.

Michelle Cook