Megan Riordan's solo show is a stylish little tour-de-force.
There's little doubt that Riordan has invited us to Theater C - which she's transformed into a Vegas-style lounge and tempts us with goodies as we enter -- but once inside, it's clear this is a woman not quite at liberty. Luck and lineage have conspired to make her a natural-born gambler, and for 75 well-paced minutes, we tour the psyche of a family where games of chance are both compulsion and profession
To set their show apart from other semi-biographical explorations, Riordan, director Dodd Loomis, and collaborator Shawn Sturnick have devised a number of nifty conceits. The evening is designed as variety show that incorporates night-vision confessions, improvised dance, beat-the-clock games -- and a whole lot of chance. Projections and mysterious intonations guide Riordan from segment to segment, with audience members often deciding what Riordan will explore next by rolling dice or spinning a miniature roulette wheel.
Indeed, a strict adherence to arbitrary cut-offs lend the evening a propulsive energy designed to withstand short attention spans -- although I wish Riordan was allowed time to finish the story about Bruce Willis being an infamously bad tipper.