As the lights came up at the end of Onysos the Wild, a woman sitting behind me murmured to her companion, 'that was a real tour-de-force.' She wasn't wrong. Over the course of this story, which tells how the great and vital Greek God Dionysos came to be living as a wrinkled old man in the New York subway, performer Chris Porter transports the audience to ancient Greece and the Middle East, detailing the God's sexual exploits.
The script is poetic and well performed, but (and perhaps it is due to translation issues) as much as I enjoyed the production, it's difficult to tell precisely what audiences are meant to take from this tale.