She is also pregnant by the local doofus (Parker Drown) whose own claim to brilliance is his research and testing protocol of Coca Cola and Pop Rocks in combination. She is egotistic, malicious and peremptory. That’s a conceit perpetrated by aspirational, shallow thinking people who believe the ability to memorize and repeat facts is more than some sort of idiot savantish parlor trick. Holly Brannigan (Maya Jackson) is supposed to be a brilliant and so-called gifted and talented young woman. Where is The Exorcist when we need him? Damned if I know. Is this a reverse “Toy Story” where the toys abandon the child instead of the other way around? Is this a piece about redemption and the myriad ways to achieve it? Is it an object lesson in mourning a loss? Or is it simply the satisfying one, two punch of wimpy adults finally standing up to an incorrigible little brat? Or maybe it’s a horror show and Chuckie has evolved into a tea ceremony Geisha doll lacing a pregnant girl’s tea with abortifacient herbs. There are too many themes running through this flawed, but nevertheless, engrossing play. What does an arrogant, spoiled, bratty 15-year-old girl do to destroy the loving father for whom she is the light of his life? That may be the thesis of Forum Theatre’s world premiere of Holly Down in Heaven by Kara Lee Corthrun.
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