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Soho Rep Closes Out the House With Give Me Carmelita Tropicana!

It’s the final show at Walkerspace, and Branden Jacobs-Jenkins and Alina Troyano’s play is a wild goodbye whoop.

Kind of like how the Connelly—one of the most beautiful old theaters in the East Village, with some of the most consistently compelling programming—wouldn’t be shut down and futureless if its landlord, the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of New York, hadn’t started screening the scripts a little more closely and decided that these dangerous deviant plays won’t do. Dagger also plays ever-expanding iterations of the goldfish (its origin can be traced back to a performance-art piece young Branden did in Alina’s class at NYU), and both his wonderfully demented performance and Corbino’s incredible creations touch something beyond the simply daffy. If I tell you that our heroes eventually end up singing Spice Girls karaoke with Maria Irene Fornés (Chavez-Richmond) and a jorts wearing Walt Whitman (Dagger) while a surly, vaguely horny Juana Inés de la Cruz(Lugo) looks on, is that a spoiler?

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