Kate Berlant Stays in Tune With Begged-For Facials and Fleetwood Mac

A microsuede voice pipes in with a familiar prompt: Take this time to settle into your seat. Chatter in the room has quieted, lights dimmed, sitz bones rooted into cushioned chairs. A meditation of a sort has begun, only the collective attention is not directed inward (oceanic breathing, relaxed jaws) but rather onstage. There, the object of the evening’s 90-minute study is the irrepressible Kate Berlant, whose one-woman show Kate gleefully unravels the form, overlaying self-confessional tropes, performance anxiety, and a clown academy’s worth of facial gymnastics. A lip quivers, then slides into an elastic frown; her gaze toggles between… Read Full Article