“This isn’t going to end well.”
That’s the first thing that came to my mind as I watched the Maker (best described as an impish, god-like mad scientist) bring her creation to life. Beautiful and innocent, this certainly wasn’t Frankenstein’s monster, but something felt very wrong as the creation—we’ll call her Eve—gasped her first breaths and stumbled out of the operating room, confused, struggling to stay alive. But she got her bearings and eventually stood on her own two feet, her stunning beauty on display for all to see. She was already too perfect, but the Maker wasn’t finished yet. She soon brought out a tall, strong man with a vacant stare. Eve was frightened of the Man, and he was frightened of her. But then their hands touched. The three crows that had been watching the action and assisting the Maker nodded in satisfaction to each other and flew off. The Maker was elated; I could see it in her face.
But then they saw the tree.
Off in the distance, a tree without leaves slowly emitted a pink light that seemed to beckon to Eve and Man. They approached it in awe; as I squinted I thought it was an apple tree, but then I realized that the branches held things—a Dolce & Gabbana shopping bag, an issue of Metropolitan, a case of makeup and many other things. Eve and Man gravitated, strangely, toward a newspaper and apron. The Maker panicked, screaming for them to get away from the tree, but it was no use. Eve and Man took their new belongings, linked arms and happily rushed off. I wanted to follow them, but I was too concerned for the Maker. She was frantic as she searched through her plans and instructions for some kind of failsafe, but there was nothing of use. With no other option, the Maker took off after her creations.
Things only went downhill from there.
I heard music coming from a small, darkened room and I looked inside. Eve and Man were playing house…but was it a game, or something much more serious? As Eve and Man played out their fantasy of the perfect American couple, the scene started to warp. Man became overwhelmed and ran out; the Maker stormed in and tried to reason with Eve, who was angry and stormed off. I heard a noise coming from the area with the tree, so I ran back.
Eve, Man and the Maker weren’t alone.
Another stunningly beautiful woman, who some called Lilith, was having her way with Man, who was both horrified and in ecstasy. When he realized that what he was doing was wrong, he ran off, leaving Lilith alone. She threw a temper tantrum, but then composed herself. “Out of my way!” she screamed to no one in particular as she stomped off in her red high heels. Soon, Lilith returned with Eve, who was confused but excited by her new “friend.” Lilith had plans for poor Eve, and those plans were something that nobody—not Man, not the Maker, not anyone—could stop. When I next saw the Maker, she was despondent in her laboratory. What had happened to her creations? What had gone wrong? What could she do to set things back to the way they were supposed to be? And what exactly did Lilith have planned?
Well, I’ll let you find out for yourselves.
Wednesday, July 31- 7:00pm (Fundraiser for Bay Street Theatre – Sag Harbor)
Thursday, August 1- 7:00pm (Fundraiser for Bay Street Theatre – Sag Harbor)
Friday, August 2 – 9:00pm
Saturday, August 3– 9:00pm
Sunday, August 4- 8:00pm
EVE, an immersive dance theater experience by the Neo-Political Cowgirls, runs through Sunday, August 4 at LTV Studios in Wainscott. For more information and tickets, go to npcowgirls.org and on facebook.com/neopoliticalcowgirls.