My Heart Is Still Waiting: A Necessary Critique on Theatre Talkbacks


written by Gloria Imseih Petrelli

Every year for the past seven, Artemisia Theatre puts on a fall festival of 6 full length new play readings performed one a night at The Edge theatre. With a self proclaimed commitment to finding new feminist works, Artemisia’s staff seek plays that center “women who have agency, independence, and are the focal point of their own narratives,” according to their mission statement. From those six, one will be chosen by the artistic director to be eventually produced in full. Following each play is a talkback billed to focus on, “empowerment, inclusion and diversity”.

I’ll begin this review by saying I (and everyone with half a heart and their NPR push notifications turn on) have been enveloped by heaviness and anxiety this week in light of the hearings for Supreme Court Justice and anti-choice Zack Morris wannabe, Brett Kavanaugh for the sexual assault of Dr. Christine Blasey Ford. Because of this, a night of feminist theatre would be a welcome respite from a world that consistently betrays and disappoints feminist ideals. I wanted to be immersed in art, surrounded by likeminded people who weren’t trying to invade my uterus or defund arts programs from public schools.

I saw Every Waiting Heart by Lauren Ferebee, a play about the tumultuous relationship between a single mother and her rebellious daughter as the mother navigates her newfound journey into Evangelical Christianity, with flashbacks to the 1800s of their pioneer great grandma loosely tied to the present by a passing mention of a memory of her. I’ll be honest: the play needs some work. Ferebee has a clear handle on language and creating clear, distinctive voices for her characters. If at times confusing, narratively speaking, I was clear about what each character wanted and why. The choice was made to omit the reading of stage directions, which I really feel could have alleviated a lot of this confusion, for me at least. But these kinks are natural, expected, and celebrated at a reading. I don’t view staged readings as finished products (I’m not sure why they’re ever billed that way, just in general) which is why this reflection ended up being more about my experience as an audience member that night than anything the play specifically. I was looking forward to the talkback; I really like that most of the theatrical experiences I’ve had in the last year have been followed by talkbacks. When they’re done right, they do a fantastic job at chipping away at the accepted form of modern American theatre and I’m excited to see what lies underneath formality, respectability, and convention, once this chipping is all done.

We are socialized with the idea that if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all. I honestly think this harms art and expression. It doesn’t make space for nuanced critical thoughts and also I don’t want to live my life ruled by a cartoon made in 1942. In these times where making art, especially as a woman, is a political act whether you like it or not, I will not be quiet when something doesn’t sit right with me. A talkback is meant to continue the conversation the playwright begun. Space should be carved out to respectfully and critically engage with tough, sticky ideas with people who may or may not disagree with you, but will meet you with building blocks, not shut doors. Artemisia says their sole goal is to empower women and their stories, and I truly believe that happens more often than not. However, this specific talkback reminded me of math class. The facilitator asked us how this play centered women and left no room for the answer ‘it didn’t’. It was not clear if the talkback was for the benefit of the playwright to go forward with rewrites (as this was billed as a workshop) or simply a conversation about feminism in the context of the play. I would have loved to engage and grapple with the playwright and other audience members about the issues I had and moments I thought had true potential, but I didn’t feel empowered to ask any the questions I had.  And so, I’ll close with the questions that I would have loved to ask that night.

  • Why, as a woman of color living in Chicago, should I care about this story?

  • What inspired you to write this play?

  • Why was there only one actor of color cast?

  • To label yourself as feminist is empty without knowledge and action; why would you call this a feminist play?


By Emilie Modaff 

Lady Theodosia (Megan Schemmel), Penelope (Kate Booth), Luitger (Amanda Forman), & Tilly (Ari Kraiman); Photo credit: Joe Mazza

Lady Theodosia (Megan Schemmel), Penelope (Kate Booth), Luitger (Amanda Forman), & Tilly (Ari Kraiman); Photo credit: Joe Mazza

Babes With Blades Theatre Company held its first showcase in 1997. It was a two-day presentation of fights and monologues, intended to bring awareness to the plethora of stage combat-trained women in Chicago. Over 2 decades later, BWB has evolved into a fully-formed and totally badass company that boasts some of the best stage combat-trained babes in town. I always go into a BWB show expecting to have a good time. I also expect to leave with a deep desire to time-travel back to my college days and attend my stage combat classes not stoned. Whoops. Sorry David Woolley!

But, alas. The plot of  “The Lady Demands Satisfaction,” world premiere play written by Arthur M. Jolly and directed by Morgan Manasa. When 15 year old Trothe learns she is to lose her late father’s estate to anyone who bests her in a duel, all hell breaks loose. With the “help” of her two servants, her Queen Of Swords aunt (omg this was supposed to be a niche tarot reference but it also totally works with the play because SWORDS. Wow.), and two bumbling dudes, Trothe learns to stand in her power and demand satisfaction. *Insert reclaiming my time GIF*

Luitger (Amanda Forman) and a disguised Tilly (Ari Kraiman); Photo credit: Joe Mazza

Luitger (Amanda Forman) and a disguised Tilly (Ari Kraiman); Photo credit: Joe Mazza

Here are my top ten thirst traps for this show. Drink up, friends. 

1. The physical comedy in this show is so fun. You know in Scooby Doo when the gang has those “running from the monsters” montages? Those sort of moments are just as funny when done with humans wielding swords and fake mustaches. 

2. There are several moments in the show in which two young lovebirds are courting each other via the passing back and forth of a sweaty handkerchief. The horny drama escalates, along with my heart rate. I won’t spoil this for you but I will say I now believe oral sex and handkerchiefs are now synonymous. “Damn I want to give you handkerchief right now.” Try it on ur next date, with consent! 

3. Using men as vehicles for making fun of men is my new kink. Linsey Falls (Abernathy) has some of the shadiest dialogue in the whole show and he delivers it with a twinkle in his eye that says “on behalf of men, I am sorry.” 

4. Omfg do you want to fall in actual love during a show? This can happen! Just watch 3 seconds of Amanda Forman playing the dashing Prussian fencing master Luitger, and feel your heart explode! They don’t speak English the entire show, yet the audience was with them the entire time. That’s an accomplishment. #nonbinarybbysunite #fuckthebinary

5. Deanalís Resto (Trothe) is a favorite Chicago human of mine, and probably has the best wailing stage cry I’ve ever experienced. They were also serving pastel REALNESS thanks to costume designer Carlie Casas. Where’d you get that lipstick, bb???

6. Kate Booth (Penelope) and Ari Kraiman (Tilly) were like one non-stop Lucy-and-Ethel-in the-chocolate-factory-scene and I want to eat all of their comedic chemistry until I have a tummy ache!!! I hope to see a spin-off with Penelope and Tilly on Netflix within the next year. 

7. Megan Schemmel (Aunt Theodosia) was serving some Meryl-Streep-Devil-Wears-Prada ATTITUDE. What a powerhouse of a swordsperson. Also, I could listen to her roll her R’s for the rest of my life. 

8. I’ve never seen a fight in which both of the people fighting were trying to lose. I want more of that. It was weird and counter-intuitive and those adjectives are tasty to me. Shout out to fight choreographer Samantha Kaufman, who conquered this script like a goddamn warrior.

9. Felipe Carrasco’s (Osric) physical comedy is outstanding. It was like watching a Logan-square sad boi at a poetry open mic, who was learning how to walk, while also maybe being on a psychedelic drug. So many power lunges, so little time. 

10. One of my favorite lines in a play ever (I’m paraphrasing): “I always thought I’d be the first one in my family to marry my true love, but I sort of stabbed him instead.” That is now the title of my autobiography. 

“The Lady Demands Satisfaction” is a fierce, feminist farce. It is a commentary on the inherent, yet consistently overlooked, power of womxn. It is queer as hell. This is a 2 hour soundscape of belly laughter, metal on metal, and whatever the sound of pure heckin joy is. 

Osric (Felipe Carrasco) and Trothe (Deanalis Resto); Photo credit: Joe Mazza

Osric (Felipe Carrasco) and Trothe (Deanalis Resto); Photo credit: Joe Mazza

**”The Lady Demands Satisfaction” is the winner of Joining Sword & Pen 2017-18, sponsored since its inception by Fight Master David Woolley, SAFD.

Babes With Blades Theatre Company at City Lit Theater
1020 W Bryn Mawr Ave, (773)-904-0391,
Running through August 25
Run Time: 2 hours with an intermission



By Emilie Modaff 


Going into “The Light Fantastic,” written by Ike Holter and directed by Gus Menary, I expected the following: storylines my body and brain didn’t know they were in need of, quick dialogue that makes every actor go “damnit I need this script because the monologues,” references to Chicago culture, expertly crafted digs at the state of our country, and a framework informed by Holter’s experience as a person of color. Emma Couling writes in a NewCity feature on Holter, “He’s given us a voice, a style, and a saga that pushes back against the “gritty,” “white man angrily throws chair” theater reputation we’ve had for years.” Thank goddess for that. To this, I raise my La Croix. 

Gus Menary directs “The Light Fantastic”, a thrilling world premiere, with precision. Each actor is fully alive--living and breathing their storylines, remaining grounded in a world that feels like The X-Files meets Stranger Things with a healthy sprinkle of Twin Peaks. The show begins and ends with a collective gasp. I sunk my teeth into this delicious theatrical experience and devoured it like a goddamn overpriced maple-bacon donut from Stan’s. I wish I could regurgitate this maple-bacon play and eat it again. 

The plot? Eh. I’d rather tell you how this show made me feel instead of rehashing what I hope you’ll go experience yourself. I’ll say this: the devil is a white man, death is inevitable, and nothing is free. 

Andrew Burden Swanson and Paloma Nozicka / Photo: Jackalope Theatre

Andrew Burden Swanson and Paloma Nozicka /
Photo: Jackalope Theatre

Here are my top 10 reasons you need to buy tickets to this show like...
45 minutes ago:

1. Diego Colón, one of the funniest dudes in Chicago. It felt to me like Gus directed him in a way that allowed him to elaborate on the Diego we already know and love. Believable is an understatement. If you don’t know Diego Colón...why?

2. The special fx that made me go “k, but how?” Swinging chandeliers, rattling wall decor, a ghost door with a mind of its own...I’m so into it. 

3. Brianna Buckley (Hariet), who I now have an admiration crush on, for her literal perfect delivery, timing, and charm. And honesty and warmth and depth. Ever seen an actor deliver a monologue so hilarious that the audience bursts into applause? She is giving us strong-survivor-standupcomedian realness.

4. Visceral audience reactions. From everyone. We were a damn family after that experience.
5. A reference to Capricorns. 

6. Some meta lines that aren’t too meta. Like a solid amount of meta. 

7. Storylines that make you reevaluate what it means to be home. Did I talk about just that, with my therapist, this week? Good chance I did. 

8. The use of the word “Fuckening.” 

9. 100 minutes of “I must now go home and think about my career because holy shit am I even a writer?” (You are. This feeling of self-doubt will pass).

10. Malort jokes. I got sober before I could try it...still laughed my ass off. After this show, I considered relapsing just to try it. Too soon? 


Here’s my only criticism, followed by me admitting I’m wrong: The overlapping dialogue hurt my brain at times. I feared missing something important and my anxiety was screaming like Kim K when she lost her diamond earring in the ocean. However, I immediately recognized that that is the point. We don’t speak in soliloquies and we hear what we want to hear. Humans have a hard time listening. We’d rather hear ourselves talk than open ourselves up to the idea that maybe, just maybe, we will not die if we make space for others. The Light Fantastic expands on this idea: that love and kindness are verbs. 

Sprint to this show. Luckily, "The Light Fantastic" has been extended until June 30th. You have 2 extra weeks to experience this masterpiece. 

*I dedicate this review to the man who told me he doesn’t waste his time with non-equity theaters. Eat my shorts. 

Jackalope Theatre Company at Broadway
Armory Park, 5917 North Broadway,
Running through June 30th
Run Time: 100 minutes, no intermission

Buy tickets here