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City Paper Review:
Pig Iron will probably always lure us to unfamiliar locales and cheap
folding chairs, a small price to pay for the trippy spectacle of
mind-blowing shows like Isabella. Never mind its Shakespearean roots:
the eerie, unsexy nakedness of pale bruised zombies conjured to
lurching life by lonely mortician Charles Conwell makes women giggle
and men pale. The bits of Measure for Measure that emerge may only
confuse those who don't know the play, but this creepy yet compelling
circus, designed with terrible beauty and macabre skill, has lasting
impact. Mark Cofta | Reader Comments: - Submit A Comment - |

