
‘Dido of Idaho’ – By Abby Rosebrock. Directed by Danielle Fauteux Jacques and Brooks Reeves; Scenic and Sound Design by Josephy Lark-Riley; Costume Design by Parker Jennings; Lighting Design by Danielle Fauteux Jacques. Presented by Apollinaire Theater Co., 189 Winnisimmet St., Chelsea, through May 10.
By Shelley A. Sackett
Apollinaire Theater Company’s Artistic Director Danielle Fauteaux Jacques has a knack for finding the quirkiest, most provocative and most interesting scripts, and bringing them to an audience thirsty for something a little outside the box. She has once again accomplished this with the production of Dido in Idaho, which she co-directs with Brooks Reeves. It runs through May 10.
“I was drawn to Dido of Idaho because it’s both wildly funny and profoundly heartbreaking,” said Jacques. “It felt like a great fit for Apollinaire: bold, intimate, and deeply human.” Playwright Abby Rosebrock examines love, longing, and self-destruction with razor-sharp wit and extraordinary compassion.
The 100-minute (one intermission) tragicomedy is also funny, off-kilter and unchained. Rosebrock’s compelling and sharp writing won her the 2025 L.A. Drama Critics Circle Award for Best Original Writing. Its 2024 Echo Theater Company went home with awards for Best Direction and Best Featured Performance.
Apollinaire’s excellent production boasts stellar performances from the cast, an effective, interesting set (Josephy Lark-Riley) and crisp, focused direction. While the plot takes a few hairpin turns that stretch credulity, and the ending feels like a cop-out, those flaws don’t overshadow the overwhelmingly engaging and controversial play.

Loosely based on a retelling of Virgil’s 1st century B.C. tale, “Dido and Aeneas” from his epic poem, “The Aeneid,” the play opens in Idaho with a messy afternoon roll in the hay on a couch. Michael (Mauro Canepa, in a brief role he makes indelible), a middle-aged, married English professor, and 32-year-old Nora (a luminous Parker Jennings), an untenured and untethered musicologist, are in post-coital bliss rhapsodizing about Purcell’s 17th-century Baroque opera, “Dido and Aeneas.”
In both tales, Dido, the widowed queen of Carthage, falls madly in love with Aeneas, the Trojan warrior who is shipwrecked on the North African coast. The two live happily together as man and wife until the gods intervene and remind Aeneas that his fate lies in Italy. He obeys and abandons Dido. Heartbroken, Dido commits suicide, thrusting a sword into her breast and throwing herself onto a funeral pyre.
In Rosebrock’s version, Nora is a sloppy alcoholic, reveling in a dream state where her two-year clandestine affair ends with Michael leaving his wife, marrying her, and the two of them living happily ever after with the bevy of children they will have.

She downs bottle after bottle of wine, clueless and benignly unhinged, steadfastly maintaining that her only option for redemption and fulfillment is for Michael to follow through on his promise to leave his wife.
Michael loves Nora’s body and her love for acidy-laced, intellectual banter. He is as slippery as he is duplicitous. It’s obvious to everyone except Nora that there is no way he will ever leave his wife, and there is no way he will have to as long as he is able to manipulate Nora in more ways than one.
Even harder to imagine than what Nora thinks Michael brings to the table is the fact that he leaves her alone in the apartment he lives in with his wife, Crystal (a terrific Ashley Lyon, every bit Jennings’ equal), while he scurries off to teach poetry to local inmates. (She can’t seem to find her underwear and promises to leave as soon as she does).
Instead of scurrying off herself, Nora rummages through the apartment, finds and drinks more wine, and passes out on the couch where she and Michael have just had sex.
Which is where she remains until the front door opens and Crystal walks in. And here’s where the real fun (and best dialogue) begins.
The two women, after circling each other like cocks, inexplicably bond. They trust each other. Nora confesses that she wallows in self-deprecation and self-abuse, preferring to be a blow-up doll to a punching bag (the only two options she sees for herself). Crystal is a chipper energizer bunny, able to bake cookies from scratch while preaching sunny self-help and empowerment to the woman who has been shagging her husband. A former Miss Idaho runner-up, she knows her limits and works around them.

She and Nora share tales of childhood trauma, love and friendship. Nora reveals her pathological and pathetic dependence on alcohol and bad men to assuage the pain that doubles her over when she is sober. Crystal plays a life-affirming, optimistic Nora coach. “How do I fix the trauma to be wholesome again?” Nora beseeches her new (and only) friend. “The definition of a queen,” Crystal advises, ”is we fix each other’s crowns.”
Crystal bares her soul too, admitting she’s not the brightest bulb in the candelabra and relies on wiliness and deceit to get what she wants. Like getting pregnant.
And with this news, Nora goes all “Fatal Attraction.” Crystal, too, pulls such a sudden u-ie at the end of Act I that it’s a good thing the audience has an intermission to recover from whiplash.
Act II keeps up the frenzied, pointed dialogue when we meet Nora’s evangelical mother, Julie (Mariela Lopez-Ponce) and her lesbian girlfriend/roommate, Ethel (Paola Ferrer). These two have their own fiery patois, which is a delight to overhear, even if Julie tiptoes into didactic monologues that threaten to douse the flames. Together, though, these “lesbian angels” hold Nora’s feet to the fire, forcing her to acknowledge and face her demons.
Despite a great reveal plot twist that begs credulity and an ending that rivals the sappiest fairytales, Dido of Idaho has so much going for it that it’s easy to overlook those craftsmanship blips. The cast works as a seamless ensemble, with fresh and nuanced performances across the board. Jennings is clearly having the time of her life and Lyon is in sync every step of the way. Most of the script is laugh-out-loud funny — really funny — and the actors embody that humor in their physicality. The Dido and Aeneas conceits work as an overlay, and the writing veers easily from raucous to heartbreaking, as serious topics of abuse, living as a woman in a pathologically patriarchal society, and female friendship and betrayal all share center stage.
This production may not float every theatergoer’s boat, but it is certain to prompt interesting post-theater conversation and internal dialogue. And even more than an enjoyable diversion, isn’t that what theater is really all about?
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