This is a play in which an insane teacher lectures to her eighth grade students — the audience seated in rows with desks — for two acts.  Miss Margarida does everything a teacher should never do.  She’s volatile, violent, seductive, intimidating, sexually exhibitionist, domineering, vulgar, rigid, irrational and inconsistent and you can’t follow a thing she says.  Her “lecture” meanders in a kind of free-for-all of psychic drives with, when the stage lights dim, psychic memories that don’t add insight;  there’s nothing there “to learn” and a threatening sexual current runs through it.  It’s not a “tragic comedy for an impetuous woman” as Bay Street describes in their flier and which drew me to see it — impetuous my foot, she’s loony.

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