Fall Down the Rabbit Hole

Fall Down the Rabbit Hole

The Hatter at Then She Fell. (©Chad Heird)

It’s safe to say I’ve immersed myself in immersive theater since I moved to New York a year and a half ago. I’ve played “Beg, Borrow or Steal” with fellow guests at the Queen of the Night dinner party. I’ve chased characters, loosely based on those in “Macbeth,” and wandered through floor after floor of the McKittrick Hotel during Sleep No More. I’ve even partied with the flappers during Speakeasy Dollhouse’s The Brothers Booth. Each of these worthwhile performances offered something special and memorable, but none of them resonated with me as much as Then She Fell, which I saw last night.

With just 15 audience members per performance, Then She Fell engrosses visitors in the mad wonderland of Lewis Carroll, set inside the mental ward of the Kingsland Hospital. The deeply intimate experience offers tons of one-on-one interaction with the performers and opportunities to explore rooms littered with meaningful artifacts and clues. Guests, either alone or in very small groups, not only watch the show unfold in front of them—they become part of it, holding props, writing letters, unlocking boxes, drinking elixirs, painting roses and more. The limited dialogue among the characters, including favorites Alice, the Hatter and the White Rabbit, is beautiful and in the same style of Carroll’s signature whimsical, rhyming musings. Without giving too much more away, guests can expect a liminal, emotional and, at times, heartbreaking experience that they’ll continue to contemplate long after leaving the Kingsland Hospital. Be open to the experience and let yourself fall down the rabbit hole, no holds barred.

Then She Fell, 195 Maujer St., Brooklyn, 718.374.5196. Tickets start at $95. Book in advance.