WRITERS’ REVIEW: HOUSE OF HEARTS

Greetings, fabulous aficionados of the absurd and devotees of the dramatic! Zoë and Lauren here, your partners in crime, your co-conspirators in creativity, comrades in comedy, and the dynamic duo ready to lead you through the Can Can's House of Hearts. It’s time to lace up those corsets and prepare for a journey into the heart (or lack thereof) of the Land of Broken Hearts.

Now, we know you've been patiently waiting for our take on this peculiar affair in the kingdom of chaos and forbidden love. If the Broken Hearts Ball, the annual gathering where expressing affection is a one-way ticket to the hole of doom, doesn't pique your interest, then you must be as cold-hearted as Queen Astral herself.

Are we, by any stretch of the imagination, qualified theatre critics ready to dissect the nuances of the House of Hearts production with surgical precision? Not a chance. But are we avid fans, thrilled to dive headfirst into a world of glittering corsets, enchanting drama, and a healthy dose of heartstring-tugging chaos? You bet your sweet, broken heart we are.

So, sit back, relax, and get ready to be swept away into a realm where love is as forbidden as checking your ex's Instagram after midnight. We're about to spill the tea (or perhaps, a taboo love potion) on the House of Hearts, where chaos reigns, love is outlawed, and we're left wondering if our own hearts will survive this rollercoaster of emotions.

A MOMENT FOR THE FASHION, PLEASE.

I’ve already pledged myself as a Shadou Mintrone superfan so maybe this goes without saying... But I truly can’t think of anything I WOULDN’T trade for this fit.

IT’S GIVING “GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN.” 

We now invite you all to save this image to add to your 2024 vision board.

Go ahead, babe, this article isn’t going anywhere.

THE GORGEOUS SURPRISE OF HOT MEN BEING HOT IN TULLE 

Toxic masculinity, who???

MEOW YOU DOIN’?

Call me a crazy cat lady all you want if it means I get this pretty kitty purring on my lap.

WE aRE IN OUR LOVER BOY ERA

I choose to look away from any personal patterns of falling for the “town fool” and focus purely on the enchantment of Puck risking it all for Aurora… Also maybe the suspenders do it for me.

HEY ALEXA, PLAY “S&M” BY RIHANNA…

It hurts to see someone else living out your dreams…I just can’t decide if I’d rather be Puck or the Queen.

TRIGGER WARNING: CONFETTI CANNONS AND HAPPY ENDINGS

Hold onto your beignets ladies and gentlemen, because it simply cannot be a Can Can show without an impromptu confetti moment.

Have we left you wanting more? Come see a show for more memorable moments!