90 Lies an Hour: Paul Strickland

Bianca Morales

In one of the many theatres at the Lowndes Shakespeare Center, the Pink Venue hosted Theatre Mobile’s show “90 Lies in an Hour: Paul Strickland.”

The stage was bare save for a sole microphone in a stand and an acoustic guitar with a sunburst finish; lamps emitted shifting colors behind a white backdrop.

Paul Strickland, the performer, took the stage with an honest and friendly disposition about him. His stance was relaxed, and he was quick to make the audience laugh with his impressions of the primary characters of his lies: the erratic Uncle False and the overly-sincere Aunt True.

The show was built up on three separate stories that supposedly happened to Strickland, hence the title. The first story follows Uncle False and Aunt True at Castle Cuss-a-lot, the second one was about a eulogy for a man whose past was mostly unknown to his neighbors, and the last one told the tale of a major who build an underwater city.

My favorite part of the show was his second story: the eulogy for the strange man. According to Strickland, the man was not particularly good at anything. He failed at everything he set out to conquer, whether it was a hobby, skill, or profession. However, “he never failed at happiness.”

This was my favorite part because it felt as if the meaning behind this story sprouted from Strickland’s personal history.

While this show has comedic elements and is, in fact, classified as a comedy show, its emotional factors were astounding. In closing, Strickland performed a song on his guitar, inviting the members in the audience to find their voice and not take things for granted. I found myself moved. My eyes turned glassy, and my heart grew heavy as Strickland played his song’s last chord.