Paradise Park by Charles MeeI recently saw Paradise Park by Charles Mee. It was put up by the Idiopathic Ridiculopathy Consortium at the Walnut Theater’s Studio 5, an intimate space.

If your favorite part of Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory was the creepy boat ride or if you even remember that scene with a tingle of cinematic delight right down in your nethers, then you’re definitely of the constitution to enjoy Paradise Park.

If you like Shakespeare’s problem plays more than his simple ones, or if you’d argue that Twelfth Night is actually a problem play (and mean it as a compliment), then you’re the person that Paradise Park is being staged for.

I don’t want to give too much away; but I might have a review coming up at the Broad Street Review which will do enough of that. Go see it – it ends March 3rd.

You can read the play here; in fact, you can read every play that Charles Mee’s written by following that same link, and there are a bunch of them. Because he’s such a nice guy.

Actually, can I clarify that and say that it’s an incredible thing that Mee’s done. By making all of his plays available to read – and encouraging artists and writers to borrow/steal his words – he is contributing to a growing worldwide culture of collaboration. And he ought to – a lot of his texts are created from other people’s words, phrases, speeches, structures.

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