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BATMAN (AKA NAOMI'S DEATH SHOW)

A woman walks down a blossom-lined street, a knife clutched in her pocket.

She's on her way to confront the man who killed her mother.

BATMAN (aka Naomi's Death Show) is a stage play and live storytelling piece exploring death, grief, love, art, religion, fish, and Batman, with the audience choosing the direction of the story.

BOOK NOW 21-26 NOVEMBER PLEASANCE

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In May 2018, writer-performer Naomi Westerman's mother died very suddenly under mysterious circumstances. This autobiographical true story follows her quest to uncover the truth about her mother's death, and enact justice - some might say vengeance - on those responsible.

BATMAN is an interactive live storytelling show that is not quite a play, and not quite a solo show. Join Naomi for an exploration of death, grief, bereavement, art, and fish. Eat cake, explore an underwater mansion, and participate (or not!) in an in-person shiva ceremony.

A digital version of this production will be made available for audiences who not able to attend in person, which will be specially created for a digital audience using technology to capture the interactive elements of the live show.

WRITER/PERFORMER: NAOMI WESTERMAN

DIRECTOR: YASMEEN ARDEN

PRODUCER: CHRONIC INSANITY

BATMAN is a commission from Chronic Insanity Theatre, and is presented as a co-production with Little but Fierce.

BATMAN has a work-in-progress run at the Pleasance Theatre, 21st-26th November. 

BOOK TICKETS HERE: Pleasance.com: BATMAN

The it turns out extremely friendly Bronx teenagers helped knock my handbag to the ground, albeit laughing at me, which is fair. But still the tiny thief refused to yield. He's smelled chocolate and would not give up his trophy. Alas the zipper gap was just big enough for his own body, not enough for a bag of Wal*Mart's finest Reeses' peanut butter cups.

Again and again we battled, until finally we managed together to open the zipper. Wallet keys and 15 lipbalms scattered, but all I could see was a fluffy tail bouncing up and down into the distance, bearing an orange bag larger than its owner.

Now, back in London, I feed the squirrels in the park next to my building, so tame they politely wait in circles around me and gentle take cashew nuts directly from my hand. One even knows how to walk on his hind legs.

Telling this story to a group of Americans recently, exclaiming at the difference between American and British squirrels, on Louisiana native remarked, "Yeah, we have some ratchet-ass squ'alls in America."

Ratchet Ass Squ'alls is my band name.

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