Freaky. That’s the best word I can come up with to describe Puddin Tane, a play produced by Theatre Sleuth of Indianapolis. It's equal parts David Lynch and Troma squeezed into around 45 minutes. Without giving too much away (because the less you know going into it, the better), Puddin Tane follows Lisa, a troubled teen who lives with her grandmother, aspires to be an artist, and doesn’t really get along with most people. Until, that is, she meets a mysterious man named Puddin Tane while digging through trash for an art project.
From there, the show’s pace takes off like a rocket, in a series of (fair warning: pretty upsetting) scenes that are often accompanied by an ambient noise soundtrack and colored gel lighting.
Overall, Puddin Tane’s plot may have benefited from a little more time than IndyFringe allowed. It moves fast. It’s confusing, if it makes any sense at all. But that’s honestly a big part of the show’s charm. It’s like a fever dream. Or nightmare. If you revel in discomfort (and as a Fringe fan, of course you do) then you should see Puddin Tane. Ask me again, and I’ll tell you the same. (Sorry.)