Proposals, peacocks, pastries, and peril in this week's exciting instalment!
We open this chapter in the garret of one Frankston Pierre (John Voce), where he is making kissy face with his new love Grizabella Rossellini (Mel Eccleston). To make up for his...
The sun rises over a beautiful and calm morning in the artistic haven of Montmartre. But trouble, like the morning’s café au lait, is brewing.
"It's thrilling theatre which is wondrous to witness: you can't help but admire the collective talent of its dynamic creators.~ Stories take unexpected turns. Drama flips to comedy. A throwaway line makes you think. ~ In these screen-fixated times, it's rare to find an alternative, accessible activity which appeals to the whole family. Add to the mix an evening's entertainment that champions qualities such as resourcefulness, teamwork, generosity and pluck, served up with a healthy dose of wholesome humour, and you have a winning formula for a fun, family experience. The name of the game is Theatresports."
We we caught up with Patti Stiles to ask her a few questions about the The Grand Exotic Budapescht Hotel. The Grand Exotic Budapescht Hotel is an improvised soap opera, performed from July 22 - Sept. 9. Patti Stiles is the director and Co-Artistic Director of the show. She is also one of the members of the award-winning group Die Nasty in Edmonton Canada, who created this particular form of improvised show.
It must have been the blood moon as ectoplasm mayhem checked in to The Grand Budapescht Hotel this week. The Countess spent an exhausting week dodging Lawyer Monty St. Claire. Luckily friend, confidant and master ruse maker Dr. Hans Foottee concocted an elaborate plot. It was easy; the Countess would fake her own death with the Dr.’s medical seal of approval. Then she would be exorcised back to life. How convenient Sister Agnes of Assumption happened to wander into the hotel after losing the Von Trapps trail. The Sisters rapture was spirit shockingly convincing.
The Countess hosted Dr. Hans Foottee and Concierge Theadore Jones to her table to dine. The tension was as thick as the soup and Dr. Foottee showed his expert abilities at cutting as he sliced Theadore’s ego into thin slices of tartar in front of the divine Countess.