"A Moon for the Misbegotten" (Seanachai Theatre): Whiskey-Soaked Unrequited Possibilities

#62.  The other day, I heard a story about Eugene O’Neill.  I’ve been reading a lot about his tragic life.  He had three wives, alcoholism, and depression.  His two sons committed suicide.  He disowned his daughter when she hooked up with Charlie Chaplin.  His brother drank himself to death.  Eugene O’Neill’s life was one long, dramatic play.  According to Bob T.,  Eugene frequently arrived at an NYC pub at 10am… shaking.  A bartender would give him a shot and a scarf.  He looped the scarf around his neck and used it as a pulley.  His trembling hand required assistance to get the shot to his lips.    

Brad Armacost as patriarch Phil Hogan in Seanachaí Theatre Company’s production of A MOON FOR THE MISBEGOTTEN by Eugene O’Neill, directed by Kevin Theis at The Irish American Heritage Center. Seanachai Theatre presents A Moon for the Misbegotten.  Josie is a spitfire.  Her brother thinks she’s a slut.  She doesn’t care.  She lives life on her own terms.  Although she has helped all her brothers escape from home, Josie remains.   She takes care of her pa, Phil.  He’s an amicable man unless he’s been drinking.  And he’s always drinking!  Phil enjoys his booze with a side of scam.  He often convinces Josie to join him in a little shakedown.  Knowing the landlord is coming into some estate money, he becomes their new target.  Phil will get James Tyrone, Jr. drunk.  And Josie will seduce him.  What could possibly go wrong? Well…. everything!  When the day starts with an *eye opener* of whiskey for breakfast, chances are nothing will go as planned.  A Moon for the Misbegotten shines with whiskey-soaked unrequited possibilities.   Read the rest of review at Chicago Theater Beat. 

A contemplative man of discernment,  “Moon for the Misbegotten” made Joshua J. Volkers feel ‘disconnected and uncertain.’

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