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OK, my story is from the 2018 @mnfringe. I went to a show called "Hamlet, But Hamlet's a Chicken."
Hamlet was literally played by a chicken. A live hen. Gently and lovingly carried on and off stage by a chicken handler. They were therapy chickens borrowed from the U. https://twitter.com/BCDreyer/status/1320102293480574977
Hamlet was literally played by a chicken. A live hen. Gently and lovingly carried on and off stage by a chicken handler. They were therapy chickens borrowed from the U. https://twitter.com/BCDreyer/status/1320102293480574977
The company performed a series of scenes from Hamlet. They told you which scene each one was, so you'd know. (Some of them were performed very creatively.)
Finally we got to the scene we were all waiting for: Hamlet's Soliloquy.
Finally we got to the scene we were all waiting for: Hamlet's Soliloquy.
The handler brought out the chicken, put her on the stage, and exited.
And the chicken just hung out on the stage, being a chicken.
And every audience member looked at the chicken, ABSOLUTELY RIVETED.
And the chicken just hung out on the stage, being a chicken.
And every audience member looked at the chicken, ABSOLUTELY RIVETED.
It helps that chickens are cute and appealing animals, actually. Especially amiable pet chickens.
The chicken walked around a little.
At one point she spread her wings and fluffed up her feathers.
And everyone in the audience kind of gasped.
The chicken walked around a little.
At one point she spread her wings and fluffed up her feathers.
And everyone in the audience kind of gasped.
It's one of those moments of theatrical magic that's very hard to describe, because FOR REAL it was just a chicken, hanging out on a stage, being a chicken, and yet ALSO COMPLETELY MESMERIZING. I don't know how to explain it. But I go to the Fringe in part for moments like this.
