Theater in the rooms at Rutherfurd Hall
Meet the Mediums is an impossible comedy about a family of fortune-tellers, mind readers, spiritualists or—more accurately—mediums, who live an eccentric and luxurious life in the tumultuous 1930s. There’s Ms. McMedium (her maiden name), a woman decades ahead of her time who channels clairvoyant abilities from ordinary newspapers; her husband, Mr. Medium, a quarterback savant that’s unaware of what’s going on at the present moment but always knows what will happen 20 seconds from now; The Medium Sisters, charmingly musical twins who do everything together but have not spoken to one another in 19 years; and then there’s Junior, that feckless weak-chinned boy—will he ever amount to anything besides his constant sniveling and skulking? Perhaps he will when he hears some rousing words from President Roosevelt, or when the professor of paranormality pops in to drop some science, or when a dashing guitar-toting stranger’s car breaks down near the Medium Family Mansion, or when a disembodied voice with a mysterious accent tells us all what to think and do—we’d damn well better think and do it, hadn’t we? These questions, and so many more, shall be asked—and maybe even answered—in Meet the Mediums.