(photo credit: Production Lombric)
by Zoë Erwin-Longstaff
We confront an audience, actually an absent audience, but all the chairs are there. Soon actor/creator Mani Soleymanlou takes a seat and begins to address us, the non-absent audience, as well as the tech crew directly. He barks orders at the guy who keeps “fucking up the lights,” and casually tells us not to worry about our cellphones. It’s a little hokey, but it gets the point across. We the audience are implicated in his struggle to create a narrative out of a chaotic Iranian-French-Québécois-Canadian’s story.







