A few weeks ago I was supposed to attend the opening night of the Hypocrites' Our Town. I wasn't reviewing for TOC, but I had written a preview piece on the director, David Cromer, and wanted to see the show anyway. Opening night was on a Sunday, and by the time it rolled around, no one had taken me up on my plus-one, and the prospect of traveling alone to the Chopin (not the easiest CTA trip from my neighborhood) left me nonplussed. I'll catch it later, I thought.
When I had a free night last weekend and tried to book a spot, I was out of luck. After a rave review from Chris Jones, followed by a second push in his Friday column, the show was sold out. The Hypocrites told me they'd be adding seats for this week's performances.
I finally got in Thursday night, and I'm here to tell you: Don't make the same mistake I did. Don't wait to see this show—get your tickets now. Cromer's production for the Hypocrites (which also includes some Monkeys, some Neo-Futurists and Cromer himself as the stage manager) is devastating. Two hours after the show's end, I'm still in awe of the third-act death blow (no pun intended). I don't want to spoil the show—it's best to go in and be surprised—but I'll never smell bacon in quite the same way.
Chris got this one right, and good for him. My friend and I were surrounded at Thursday's performance by people who had never before been to the Chopin Theatre, and took a chance on tickets based on "what we read in the paper." And they were quite rightly thrilled with it (I overheard a few on our way out telling Zyggy they'd be back).
I know what you think you think about Our Town. This production will prove you wrong. Go.
UPDATE, 11:30am Friday: I just got a voicemail from Heather at the Hypocrites, and the entire run of Our Town is now sold out. If I hear anything about an extension or transfer, I'll post it; otherwise, sorry.