Eldritch Theatre presents
MacBeth: “A Tale Told by an Idiot”
by William Shakespeare
conceived & performed by Eric Woolfe
directed by Dylan Trowbridge
set & costumes by Melanie McNeill
lighting by Gareth Crew
assistant designer JB Nelles
stage managed by Sandi Becker
produced by Adrianna Prosser
associate producer Emma Mackenzie Hillier
“…as chilling as it is silly. Eldritch Theatre has charmed me once again with their whimsically creepy shenanigans.”
– Istvan Reviews
“I’ve been to several Eldritch shows at this point and yet still there are new and different magical illusions every time I walk through the door, always expertly catered to the story at hand, and I cannot applaud them enough for their ingenuity… Woolfe’s performance left me totally floored,”
– A View from the Box
Shakespeare’s blood-soaked king, weird witches, viscera-sopped murders, nightmares of madness, and terrifying occult prophecies crash head on with our ghoulishly giddy bag of timorous trickery! Performed by a solo actor using a diverse range of multi-sized puppets, masks, and parlour magic, cosmic horror, and lowbrow pop, this Mad Mackers is a production like no other! Coinciding with the 400th Anniversary of the play’s premiere, and bound to amaze, horrify and delight you.
***Warning: Strobe Lights and Fog Machine will be used
February 8th – 24th, 2024
*extended run to February 24th!*
at the haunted Red Sandcastle Theatre
922 Queen Street E, Toronto
7:00PM Doors/7:30 Showtime
3:00PM Doors/3:30 Showtime
Tickets: $30 Advance/$40 At the Door
Eldritch Inner Sanctum Members Only $25
Villainous Valentines Day February 14th $25
& Pay-What-You-Want Sundays
90 minutes, no intermission
MASKED VENUE ◾️ HEPA FILTERED THEATRE
*Daytime Student Matinees Available, email firstname.lastname@example.org for more details
Eric Woolfe in Macbeth: A Tale Told by an Idiot
Photos by Adrianna Prosser
Cast + Creatives
Eric Woolfe was born the bastard child of an itinerant sideshow contortionist, and a door-to-door alienist. He began his career at the age of eight and three quarters, when a national famine forced him to follow his mother’s twisted feet into show business. Following failed careers as a learned pig tamer, flea circus promoter, and gaffed armless calligrapher, he formed Eldritch Theatre after losing a bar bet. He is now an actor, writer and puppeteer, as well as being a noted spiritualist huckster. He is often visited by the ghost of his beloved miniature schnauzer, Schubert, who offers Mister Woolfe valuable career advice, such as “You should chase more squirrels,” and “You better hide in the basement when there is thunder outside.” Mr Woolfe has many credits, projects and award nominations, but his favourite by far is George A Romero’s maritime western zombie masterpiece, Survival of the Dead
Dylan Trowbridge is the Seventh Son of a Seventh Son, and so his guardian knew he would never come to no good. When he turned 13, his guardian saw that the change was a gunna come, and locked Dylan deep down in the earthen cellar of the family domicile to prevent the boy from a doing harm to the other kith and kin. Well, that young Dylan, he cried piteously for the first night or two, but once that gibbous moon turned to full, all that weeping and a wailing started to sound more like a growling and a howling, and that’s when the Trowbridge family knew the youngest of their clan could never be let out of the hole.
Set + Costume Designer
Melanie is a set and costume designer who created the non-Euclidian, mad-blasted, architecturally anomalous, temple of unholy abomination, known to the students at Miskatonic University as the Pit with a Thousand Steps. Her efforts on this project won her two Dora Mavor Moore Awards, a pickled Siamese twin in a mayonnaise jar, and a thirty-year stint in a padded room at Ravenscrag Asylum for the Mentally Deranged. It is said that her fingernails are made of needles, and to look into her eyes is to see one’s darkest, most secret fears writ large across the sky, in words penned in streaks of lightning. I have feared many dark things in my life. But I fear Melanie most of all.
Gareth has seen you before. And you saw him. Do you remember that night, when you were very small, and you woke from a deep sleep with a start? You thought you heard a noise, a scratching at your window. But you couldn’t be sure; the curtains were closed. But then it came again… Skritch. Skritch. Skritch. You wanted to run, or at least hide under your covers. With ever fibre of your being you wanted to scream for your parents to come get you, and rescue you, and spirit you away to the safety of their bed. But you couldn’t move. You were frozen in place. You couldn’t even gasp in terror…. Skritch. Skritch. Skritch… The sound came again. Your eyes were glued to the curtain, as it began to move of it’s own accord. And there! In the darkness, starring from the other side of the chilly glass, was a man with ice for eyeballs. And a meat hook for a nose. Well… that was Gareth Crew.
Last night, around midnight, I saw JB NELLES in a shadow cast by the light of the moon, and in that silver, pallid effulgence, I witnessed a horror that I shall render me sleepless till my dying day. JB Nelles may look human; she is not. Her true face, a face of indescribable horror, can only be glimpsed when the moon is gibbous and the stars are right. For I beheld her gaping maw grow cavernous, and vast, with a multiplicity of razor sharp teeth, dripping with viscous drool and steaming blood. She ate small children in that strange lunar glow, and kittens, and an old hobo the neighbours called Stew Sock Jim. She even swallowed a sewer rat hole. When I see JB by daylight, I will smile and say hello. But if ever I meet her again by moonlight, I’ll run. Dear lord, how I will run!
Sandi Becker strikes fear into the hearts of the weak and foolish. She has retractable fangs. And, due to a recurring battle with Early Onslaught Lycanthropy, has become a passionate advocate for promoting tolerance to Werewolfism in school age children. She can kill you with a look, and if you are not in bed by 9 o’clock, she’ll come to you in the darkness, slip you into a bag made from cat skin, and take you to her moldy, mildewed lair. What will happen there? No one has lived to tell the tale.
Producer + Marketing
Adrianna is a dead, red-headed girl who lurks in the bottom of an old, dry well. And if you throw a penny in, and whisper a little wish, she scoops your words up, in her cracked, grey hands, and swallows them, chewing your dreams into tiny, broken little pieces, so they can never come true. That’s why, some nights, when you can’t sleep and you are all alone in the darkness, you almost hear the empty susurrus of distant cackling. That is Red Dead Adrianna, at the bottom of the well, giggling maniacally over your masticated dreams.
Emma Mackenzie Hillier
There are dark, dusty rooms lined with cobweb covered shelves, that hold row upon row of dry, ancient tomes, whose pages are filled with abominated blasphemies and arcane, forbidden secrets that no human mind was ever meant to know. The words in these books were never meant to be uttered by the human tongue, and the glyphs, runic markings, and strange symbols scrawled on their worm chewed pages should never be seen, let alone studied. Yet, Emma Mackenzie Hillier knows them all. She has folded dog ears to mark her favourite passages of the Al Assif. She’s doodled in the margins of Unaussprechlichen Kulten and underlined the dirty bits of Die Wurmis Mysterious in light blue ink. You wanna talk about necromantic incantations? Oh, she knows necromantic incantations. And she knows every dark star they need to be uttered under to make them come true.
“Expectations were of Cthulhuian proportions. But nothing could have prepared one for what transpired…It is a potent mix of horror, comedy, Las Vegas flash and Shakespearean scholarship… a unique and remarkable experience.”
“Macbeth – A Tale told by an Idiot is an accelerating 80-minute roller coaster ride…you’ve been transported to a world of sorcery and silliness. You’ve laughed . . . frequently and hard. You’ve been surprised and, often times, delighted.”
“A new and unique production unfolds this week at the always alarming and provocative… Shakespeare’s bloody and shocking “Macbeth” is the perfect vehicle for this theatre always awash in horror, magic, trickery and ghastly puppetry.”
“I’ve been to several Eldritch shows at this point and yet still there are new and different magical illusions every time I walk through the door, always expertly catered to the story at hand, and I cannot applaud them enough for their ingenuity.”
“This Lady MacBeth is one of the most striking, dramatic, stylish, controlled, haunted and driven Lady MacBeths, alive or otherwise, I have ever seen. Humour and drama are serious business and both are beautifully realized in MacBeth: A Tale Told by an Idiot.” – Lynn Slotkin