I’ll get the invariable name-related puns out of the way. Opus, the Kitchen Theatre’s latest play, does not pretend to be magnum. By that I mean it lacks the ponderous gravitas, that thick portentous sense of self-aware importance. Perhaps because of this, it was great fun to watch, so much so that the play resounded to its meditative denouement before I even knew it, which is a rare accomplishment — that it’s over? kind of shock that accompanies one’s return from the land of suspended disbelief.
Original Author: Colin Chan