Veronica Classen designed a fabulous set at the Bain St. Michel and the device of having poetry and text messages projected on the high tech grey walls was delightful. She also dressed a cast which was supposedly sweating in the office of a tiny poetry magazine bereft of air conditioner, in seriously dark and heavy clothes … and in a Montreal heat wave only one character wore actual sandals.

Pinned on the theme of a celebrity obsession, Bliss starts out lightly and amusingly enough before incrementally submerging the viewer into a darker, more confusing world where reality is a concept much like beach sand in a clenched fist.