Iron Age Theatre's production of Eugene O'Neill's descent into madness, The Emperor Jones, is in its final weekend.
For those unfamiliar with this classic early modernist play: An escaped criminal turned tyrant flees from his muderous subjects, who hunt him through the dark, mysterious jungle. But the jungle holds more than the former tyrant bargains for: himself.
I love Iron Age's seat-of-the-pants, DIY sensibility (the bamboo that comprises the scenery was harvested from the director's yard, as were the logs for the giant throne). This is a forcefully acted fever-dream of a play, whose hallucinatory visuals (bamboo shoots become giant crocodile jaws), economy of stagecraft lends a visual wit that allows the imagination to fill in the blanks. This is true independent theatre, performed with heart and verve. See this play before it's gone.