It's in the transitions (or maybe not) Oct 16, 2009
by Mike P
I've never seen Reggie Watts live. Nor have I seen Tommy Smith live.
I'm glad I did. I think you should too. Reggie and Tommy are like two irregular galaxies colliding in the universe at a rate that no one can measure. I left the theater seeing stars. Reggie has a magnetic persona, the ultimate showman, backed up by his golden voice, stunning beats and loops, and hip-hop-funk-jazz-uncategorizable theatrics that transports the audience to a joyous and weightless plane of existence, alongside his quick wits and authentic storytelling. Then there's Tommy, whose singular voice is unmistakable, in the words, in the direction. The ease in which the words float and attack is a front to its complexity and power. The awesome film work by Joby Emmons/Nick Bentgen/Austin Elston, provide the evening's stunning moments, full of rhythm and style, shifting perspectives and genres in unexpected ways. Transition pulls you in with the humor, the sort of young, hip sensibility that's attractive and slick, but there's something deeper than that happening here: ideas of reality, subversion, voyeurism, technology, time, psychosis, and control are at play-a fresh look at a new model of total theater; this work is experimental, non-linear, sensory, fragmented, and slippery, but swiftly engaging and supremely well executed. Reggie and Tommy (and a virtual factory of collaborators) take 'multimedia theater work' to a new level and are successful in creating a mesmerizing, immersive experience. Go see it!