Way Out West, the Sea Whispered Me Closing (Theater and Galleries) Member Picks Recommended The Short List (Theater)

When: Fridays-Sundays. Continues through April 26 2009

People expect things to last but everything dissipates, so life is sad and ridiculous. That's all Stephen Fiehn and Tyler B. Myers--aka Cupola Bobber--have to say in their fourth full-length piece. But like Samuel Beckett, who said pretty much the same thing for nearly six decades, they find arresting nuances within the thesis. Plodding through their risible, makeshift world, hoisting big, ugly tarps to approximate sweeping landscapes, these lugs wax oafishly poetic on the sea's paradoxical power to sustain life and erode civilizations. Like Laurel and Hardy, the mismatched pair (Myers is all diligence, Fiehn all inertia) express a stumbling kind of grace, striving to squeeze profundity from artfully inadequate materials. The seaside, a place of awesome mystery and danger for the pair, is a sky blue suitcase full of sand, so heavy Myers can barely lift it. Way Out West, the Sea Whispered Me is ruminative and cyclical like their previous work--but never have their images been so distilled and resonant. --Justin Hayford

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