The BeWilder Hour

An Assemblage of the Unhinged and Unstrung

The BeWilder Hour is not your grandma’s puppet show—unless she’s into shadow-surfing phantoms, cardboard clairvoyants, and velvet-draped miscreants. This is a stage where puppetry and possibilities go rogue.

Each night is an audience-guided tour of the absurd, where you steer the surreal. Expect rapid-fire acts: a shadow puppet wrestles with its own silhouette, a marionette rebels against its strings, and repurposed relics wax poetic about the void. Think of it as an analogue doom scroll—a series of uncanny revelations in wood, wire, and whimsy.

Enter the gaping maw of distraction and delight, where expectations unravel and the fourth wall folds like a house of cards in a hurricane. The only constant is surprise. It’s all the things you never thought puppets could be—subversive, seductive, sorrowful, and strange.

Come curious. Leave rearranged.

This is puppetry for those who like their cabaret crooked and their art alive.