Review: Archy in Manhattan

One fine morning in 1930, AR Chybowsky falls out of a New York high rise and dies on the pavement below, but wakes up in the office of a freelance hack, reincarnated as…Archy. Once a poet and a literary genius (according to himself, at least), Archy is now nothing more than a cockroach with a typewriter. Karma SUCKS!

Archy encounters an eclectic bunch of reincarnates, all lost souls. He prowls the street with Mehitabel the cat and her alley Broads, dances to Cole Porter, and fights Freddie the sewer rat for scraps. He is stalked by a ladybird, saved by a parrot and stared down by a banana boat tarantula.

Archy and his soulmates take us on a journey through the speakeasies to the back alleys of Manhattan, down Broadway and up the Long Island Railroad. They venture across the ocean and all along the Orient express, to the top of Montmartre, down to the depths of the Parisian Catacombs and finally, back to the office of the freelance hack where life’s lessons are thrown up all over the page.  It’s life according to Archy: “We walked the cliff edge when we could’ve taken the cable car. We live on the edge and laugh in the face of danger.”

Archy in Manhattan is a whole lot bonkers and even more mesmerising, where would you see a bunch of our best local actors playing bugs and rats on stage. It’s refreshing to see a Marie Jones play, and a local theatre production, in the Grand Opera House. It’s also refreshingly not Norn Iron themed and that’s without a doubt a big contributory factor to it being so good, but then there’s that A* acting happening on stage as well.For example, we have all been down Market Street and seen how filthy it is at times prescribed by those obtain at link buy cheap levitra physicians.

We definitely recommend this one if you get the chance!