Except for the volume, man it was loud, I loved it!
The voices were lovely, the casting was well done, and I liked the costuming as well.
The plot takes Sleeping Beauty, still asleep, to a 21st century sleep disorder clinic. Actually her father carries her in much to the surprise of the "real" patients, and the story of her awakening begins.
There are layers of meaning and some of the other characters wake up a bit too. I would hate to spoil this one for anybody, so I won't, but I urge anyone looking for nice music wrapped around a psychological feast to see Sleeping Beauty Wakes. It works if you don't read into it too as Mr. Maximalist liked it without my interpretations.
One more minor quibble. How in heck do you bring a stainless steel stretcher into an MRI suite? The M stands for Magnetic, people. It just wouldn't work.
After the play's run is over I will bore you with all my little insights and such. Part of it comes from being fairly familiar with sleep disorders.
Good night,
The Maximalist
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