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At the beginning of this monologue, Kelly Burke's Zelda Fitzgerald is ablaze with desperate hope, clutching her new novel, written with purloined pencils she has had to hide from the staff of her psychiatric hospital. By the end, she's an isolated, tormented creature who believes a bunch of red roses is talking to her. Drawn from Zelda's writings this is a tragic story of excess, unhappiness and wasted potential. Burke plays it with poignant charisma in Ché Walker's beautifully modulated production.
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