2017 Capital Fringe Review: ‘Ghouls’

There is a moment in Sean Surla’s one-woman piece, Ghouls, where Emel Haddad – Surla’s stand-in for herself, and an extraordinarily generous actress – describes driving to the top of Pike’s Peak with her family. Along the way, before the very top, she wants her mother to stop the car, to revel in the experience of being in the middle of clouds. Her mother, though, breaks the spell, revealing the trick masquerading as truth: the middle of clouds are nothing but fog. It’s the perspective of distance that gives them shape.

That exhale of insight is profound: the middle of something offers us no context; it can offer only the experience itself. In the middle of something is never where you’ll understand it. The middle only means there’s at least half left to get through. Those kinds of moments are sprinkled throughout Surla’s script.

Ghouls is an expansive memory play, where Surla allows her nostalgia free rein. What starts as a children’s game of tag involving ghouls, zombies, and humans, turns to first loves, stolen girlfriends (her brother swoops in like clockwork, stealing crushes in that easy way straight boys have about them), meditations on moving, insights about desire.

For an hour, Haddad, as “Sean Surla,” holds our attention and commands the stage. She is immediately engaging and vulnerable, intelligent and curious. Solo shows are super risky; if it’s terrible, it’s going to be solidly terrible for the duration. (The Mike Daisy Effect, one might call it, for personal reasons.) Fortunately for Fringe-goers, the compassion in Surla’s script is matched with a talented actor in Haddad.

Theater is a magical space, and this script isn’t biography – and it shouldn’t be. It’s a spell Surla casts to grant herself forgiveness, understanding, reflection, and peace. If it ranges sometimes farther out than it needs to – and the script itself could benefit from some editing, tightening – it’s only because moments like that one, in the clouds near the top of Pike’s Peak, need breathing room to be found.

Running Time: 60 minutes, with no intermission.

Ghouls plays through July 16, 2017, at Atlas Performing Arts Center: Lab II – 1333 H Street NE, in Washington, D.C. For tickets, call (866) 811-4111, or purchase them online.





  1. Four stars? That’s bananas. Did we see the same show? It was a disjointed story that was hard to follow and ultimately rather pointless. Little character development and an actor continually walking behind a black box to remember her lines left me with the worst emotion one can find in theater: boredom. The script needs an overhaul if it is even worth saving.


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