Theater: St. Ann's Warehouse / 38 Water Street, New York, NY,
Synopsis:
Gregory had fifty seven letters to write. He’d never written that many letters, not in one go. In fact, he’d never written a single letter and it was taking significantly longer than he’d anticipated. He’d started, full of optimism, curiously enough, at 9 am and now here he was 8 hours later half way through letter twenty four. He glanced at his watch and then at the noose hanging over his head.
Gregory sighed.
Had he known how long suicide letters take, he thought, he wouldn’t have cancelled the milk for the morning.
A story of a death postponed by life.
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January 12, 2011: Daniel Kitson’s sentences are like fast-growing mutant super-vines, sending out sticky tendrils that dig into your attention and snake themselves all over it. “Burgeoning” is a word often uttered by this shaggy British monologist in “The Interminable Suicide of Gregory Church,” his one-man show at St. Ann’s Warehouse in Brooklyn.
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January 12, 2011: Lanky, mildly chunky Daniel Kitson is a galvanic storyteller as he proves in his rapid-fire, gorgeously phrased 90-minute monologue, The Interminable Suicide of Gregory Church, now at St. Ann's Warehouse. Speaking in a West Yorkshire, England accent so musical it's almost as if there's underscoring, and with an energy seemingly fueled by solar panels, he turns the space he works into an enchanted realm.
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January 12, 2011: Inventively written and winningly performed by Daniel Kitson, "The Interminable Suicide of Gregory Church" takes an audience through circles of loss and redemption. Part curiosity, part mystery, the one-man, 90-minute, intermissionless work is an incredibly detailed journey from darkness to light. Told on many levels with dizzying, rapid-fire repartee, it eventually makes sense as a portrait of both its subject and its teller.
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