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Fetch
2.5 out of 5 stars
Stage 5, Acacia Hall, 10433 83 Ave.
Fetch opens up with a bang (literally, in a sense) and never takes its foot off the pedal. But if that sounds like praise, I’m not sure it is. Buckle in for one full hour of rapid, ceaseless dialogue between our two Hannahs. Actually, one hour and 12 minutes, if your showing runs over time like mine did.
Fetch asks us to consider the existence of alternate realities. Which Hannah is real: the orphaned one, or the one with a big, happy family? The problem is, it’s hard to care, because there’s no emotional core to the story. Intrigue, trepidation, anxiety? I kept waiting to feel something, and then I was just waiting for it to be done.
Even before the showing ran over, I found myself glancing at the time, and I noticed other people shifting in their seats, looking restless. There was a mutual sense, I think, that this story had gone on too long and couldn’t be wrapped up in a satisfactory way.
The problem isn’t in the performances, which were good. The costumes were subtle, but suitably futuristic and retro at the same time. The material just aimed high and missed the mark, ultimately.
As we reached the end and the Hannahs examined a mysterious package, my mind went where it often does in such moments, to the infamous scene in the film Seven, when Brad Pitt screams, “What’s in the box? What’s in the box?” But sadly, I had lost interest in the answer.