The Catastrophic Theatre’s Speeding Motorcycle kicks off in Houston with thunderous acoustic guitar chords, hammered out by an actor in baggy red gym shorts, knee-high socks, and a tight white tank top. The crown of his elongated skull is chopped off, a void where his mind should be. He belts out: Once I saw the most beautiful
Joe Folladori’s performance of “Peek-a-boo” is among the crowning achievements of Houston theater in 2019. To say it lays bare the sorrow of a man struggling with mental illness is an understatement. It turns the singer, and us, inside out. Folladori sings and plays the piano with a posture that suggests he’s on the verge
Let’s play metaphor. If the theater scene in Houston is a family, then Catastrophic Theatre is like the creatively kooky aunt who takes you under her wing and exposes you to things your family members wouldn’t dare. It’s not that what the others offer isn’t interesting, provoking and even brilliant at times. It’s just that