After my last visit to the Bard, I was desperately hoping for Dean Paul Gibson's production of Romeo and Juliet to compensate for my earlier disappointments. Luckily, the performance tonight has redeemed the Festival after the last Western-styled desecration of Shakespeare, and had fucking style. With Kyle Rideout playing a love-struck, mascara-eyed, melancholy emo Romeo, I felt like I was in one of those engrossing GAP commercials. Tight black pants and collared white shirts, perfectly synchronised uniformity - the Apothecary's sole grey shirt attracts both metaphoric and literal neutrality. Could this get any sweeter? There's a naked ass in this play, restoring the Vancouverite liberalism we all thought was lost.
