![]() I came home from two weeks in New York with the deflated feeling that after a lifetime in the Bay Area, there aren't too many undiscovered haunts left. "The Man Who Outgrew His Prison Cell" runs through Nov. My only problem, as Loya's tales moved from stabbing his father to jacked-up heists to solitary confinement, was how apparent it became that the audience wasn't getting the whole story. There's enough weight in the material to make heavy theatrics a moot point. This has the makings of some kind of Indiana Jones/Hannibal Lecter epic.Ĭleanly directed by Karen Amano, the show uses only a few minimalist projections as Loya simply narrates the stories of his life from a podium, a stool or an armchair. ![]() And not just a turgid one-off with an Oscar-nominated performance by Benjamin Bratt. His show, made up of slices from his life (and also his forthcoming HarperCollins memoir, "The Parole of Buddha Lobo") as an abused kid, a bank robber and an inmate, is so packed full of desperation, humor and pathos that it seems inevitable a film version will follow. ![]() Luckily, Joe Loya's " The Man Who Outgrew His Prison Cell," now playing at the Thick House, is far from some novelty act by an opportunist looking to cash in on his picaresque past. A convicted felon getting a book deal isn't really news anymore, but you have to give it up to a reformed criminal staging a one-man show. ![]()
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