Also fierce and vertiginous was Sean Mewshaw’s superb multi-media production of Rajiv Joseph’s Gruesome Playground Injuries, at SPACE. This unnerving drama skipped around in time with two star-crossed friends fascinated to the grisliest of each other’s wounds. All of the actors’ make-up and costume changes — including application of wounds — happened on stage, while a video camera and two-way mirror helped project, onto a lunar half-sphere on the back wall, a distorted live view of their bloody transformations.

Finally, two performers in three of my favorite individual performances: First, Kat Moraros, as a six year-old in an imaginary dysfunctional relationship with a coke-head in the PortFringe (and, later, Mad Horse) offering Mr. Marmalade, was hilarious and almost disturbingly believable; and as a love/lust-lorn maiden in Mad Horse’s School for Lies, her perfectly-timed comedy built from the subtlest of twitches to a big, luxurious, wanton tantrum. Second, the ever-protean Matt Delamater, as a shark in DRC’s Swimming in the Shallows, made more than this one jaw drop with his fluid, arrogant grace, his carnivorously erotic gaze, and, on the dance floor, his truly awesome sharking. 

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