” , the experience conjured up the winding queues for nightclubs I used to wait in when I was in college. The crowd moved slowly like a herd getting ushered into a gated area not yet seen. Since the show is dubbed an immersive party, I figured the seating arrangement had something to do with it.
Here’s the premise: DJ James is throwing a surprise party in the back of a convenience store owned by his landlord Mrs. Krishnan. It’s Onam, a Hindu festival celebrating the rice harvest, and we, the showgoers, are James’s mates.traveled from New Zealand to put on this revelry-centered show that begs audiences to forget their troubles at the door and uses storytelling and cooking to entice.
Nagarajan’s entrance as Mrs. Krishnan was a bit of an explosion. She was expressive, loud and anxious. She walked and talked quickly. The tightly wound store owner is a widow, a mom and a landlord who spends much of her time thinking of others and grieving. Her store, crowded with boxes of supplies, has framed photos of her son Apu and her late husband, Mr. Krishnan, whose ashes she keeps close in the store. Mr. Krishnan, whose name was Gobi, dragged Mrs.