Like the caterpillar cajoling Alice with his smoke rings and nonsense verse, Derek DelGaudio weaves a small wonderland of circular stories that are part Donnie Darko dreamscape, part personal family drama — the various interlocking narratives sprinkled with current political tropes rooted in identity. I AM…. listening.
The show is a slow-burning meta seduction that self-consciously defies genre — at one point, you realize this isn’t really theatre, isn’t really performance art, isn’t really a magic show: but is all of these at the same time, and none of them whatsoever. It is intended to become more interesting after the show itself occurs (the finale would leave even the most stalwart skeptic full of childlike wonder — DelGaudio personally interacts with every member of the audience, if they so choose, in a way that leaves the mind reeling).