If there’s anything less sensible than putting on an obscure Elizabethan play that no one’s ever heard of, it’s putting on an obscure Elizabethan play that no one’s ever heard of AND that has a title no one can pronounce.
But if you think about it, that kind of implies the play is something special. I mean, why would you climb a mountain if the view was of three ancient gas stations and a yak? Why would you take three planes to get to the Bahamas if the beaches were covered in tar and sawdust? Why would you run 26.2 miles if you couldn’t put a braggy sticker on your car and eat three plates of spaghetti?
If you do something hard, it’s because it’s worth it. And Gallathea really is. It’s got sea monsters, gods, lovers, nymphs, sacrifices, and knitting needles. It’s about the triumph of love over convention, and it reminds us that our truest, fullest selves are just waiting for us to embrace them.
And it’s pronounced Gal-a-TAY-a. Easy once you know. Go impress your friends. And then bring them to see Gallathea at Gamut Theatre in January.