PRESS

"However, we can set aside the hit-and-miss jokiness of the play and some messy narrative threads for the pure joy of watching Nick Farco's Saint Peter. Swathed in shades of gray, from his curly, helmet-headed hairdo and thick, short beard to his flowing saintly silver-hued robes (The best of Claremarie Verheyen's terrific costumes), this Peter is not the gatekeeper we expect. He's boastful (Forever name-dropping himself as the one who created Christianity), fussily quick to anger (As happens whenever anyone is too close to his gate) and formal but colloquially naff, injecting his metered speech with phrases like "c'mon man." Not to mention his whole sci-fi writing passion that thinly masks his own emotional and religious frustrations with humor and pathos. He's a hoot of a character, drawn with the complexity the other roles lack, and Farco utterly slays it. Physically, Farco oozes a perfect mix of bombast-belying insecurity that enhances his impeccable comedic timing, allowing him to deliver the laughs even on some of Borque-Sheil's less than winning bits."