ONCE UPON A TIME…

 
 
 
 

There was a lonely fishmonger

who needed to save his mother’s soul

from burning in hell

 
 
 

Christie O’Mallaghan is a lonely and pathetic fishmonger, hated by everyone on the island of Connamarragagh, for being a disgrace of a man — can’t fish, can’t swim, can’t even drink.

When Christie’s mother is struck down with a deadly case of St. Moira’s Bloat (contracted by eating cheese made from her own breast milk), Christie learns that if he is unmarried at the time of her death, her soul will burn in hell (the facts are the facts).

Christie sets off on wild ride of suicide attempts, tentacle sex, bursting hell blisters, and a musical promenade. Either Christie will rise above a life of disgrace and failure —or— his mother will have hell-rats shoved into her anal cavity for eternity.


OUR APPROACH

FISHMONGER is a wild and bizarre comedy. Peter Brook’s Lear dosed with mescaline. Black and White. Mud, moldy leather. Odd Nerdrum + Frank Zappa.

Also, Fishmonger is a love story.  A love story about a son trying to save his mother from pain.  A love story about a broken young man finding a romantic partner in a disgusting sea creature. 

Ultimately, we want to tell a story that will inspire our audiences to laugh, to shed a tear, to cringe and shield their eyes in fear, and then—at the end of it all…a heartwarming resolution?! Tune in and find out.

 
 

OUR TEAM