Fuck You, John Lennon Agenda Closing (Theater and Galleries) Member Picks The Short List (Theater) Image

When: Thursdays-Saturdays. Continues through Aug. 12 2017

In Sarah Ruhl’s Passion Play, fish are a surreal motif, memorably realized in the Goodman’s 2007 production by lifelike puppets paraded across the stage, shimmering and obscure. A similar image, perverted and diminished, adorns the interludes of writer-director Kallie Rolinson’s Fuck You, John Lennon, where humans with goldfish headpieces singing, cavorting, and playing ukulele are the highlight of a production that includes some appalling acting and dancing only partially redeemed by a blockbuster drag performance of the Beatles’ "Let It Be." The premise is one that plagues many a regrettable creation: May is an artist in crisis about her art. Here, her funk summons the ghost of John Lennon, who doesn't take to whiny May but hotboxes and scarfs Hot Pockets with shiny Christian, aka Yoko Homo, her BFF. And the fish play on. —Irene Hsiao

Price: $15

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