By Nancy Churnin
Somehow I managed to miss Daniel Wallace’s 1998 novel, Big Fish: A Novel of Mythic Proportions, the 2003 film, Big Fish, written by John August and directed by Tim Burton, and the Broadway musical with a book by August and music and lyrics by Andrew Lippa.
And now I’m glad that I waited to have my first experience with this story at Theatre Frisco. Not only because this production, with direction by Scott Taylor and music direction by Joey O’Reilly, gleams like a jewel in the company’s small, simple black box space at Frisco Discovery Theatre in Plano. But because this was the right time for me to see it.
For Big Fish is, on the surface, a story of parent and child, but also a story of myth and truth, of mortality and the question of what we leave behind and whether what we leave will inspire the next generation to continue the next link of the chain that we have labored to pass on. After having lost my beloved mom on May 22 and remembering my late cousin, Billy Bickel, who joined me to see a stirring production of Man of La Mancha here in 2018, I was ready.
Edward Bloom is a traveling salesman who loves to tell his son — and anyone who will listen — big stories of the giants and mermaids and werewolves he has met and helped during his travels. At first his young son, Will, is entranced, but as he gets older, he is increasingly bothered by his father’s gaps between fact and fiction. What is the truth of his father? Is he making up stories to hide things?
The father and son story is at the heart of this drama and Cooper Powell’s Edward Bloom and Austin Jon Hines’s Young Will deliver with big heart, moving back and forth through time with emotional power, from Young Will’s wedding day when his father embarrasses him, to Edward’s illness when Young Will is running out of time to take his measure of what his dad has been trying to tell him with his stories all these years.
The space suits the central question of the story well. By being a simple black box with only the terrific onstage band elevated on levels of stage in Josh Hensley’s set design, Edward’s stories stand out all the more sharply, aided by a terrific, colorful ensemble who dance gracefully from fantasy to reality and back.
Christine Phelan brings a radiance to Sandra Bloom that shows us why she is his North Star. Kelly Hudson’s appealing Josephine Bloom — Will’s wife — challenges her husband to think and feel in more profound ways. Andi Allen casts compelling spells as the Witch. Theo Phelan lends an affecting sense of wonder to Young Will.
Shaun “Willow” Breland rises to the occasion (and the rafters) as an awe inspiring Karl the Giant. Sydnee Hawkins brings a sweet vulnerability to Jenny Hill, the high school sweetheart who never got over Edward. And Adam McMahon proves a worthy (and fun) lifelong adversary turned friend as Don Price. Each and every member of the ensemble shone — Clayton Truman as the very funny Zack Price; Landry Beckley as the ringmaster with a secret; Bailey Lund as the lovely Mermaid; Sinan Beskok as the caring doctor; Kyleen Milton as the sweet Little Lamb and Ki’Jon Robinson as the sturdy Strongman.
Kudos to Hensley for his evocative light and sound, to Alison Kingwell for her colorful costumes and Arianna Movassagh for her fun wigs. Prop designer Rachel Velasco clearly had a good time with the props, including lots of fish. The band was spot on. Compliments to O’Reilly for his direction and keyboard playing alongside the always great Scott Eckert on on second keyboard and Maristella Fuestle on guitar, Daniel Davidson on bass guitar and Randy Linberg on drums and percussion.
This is a show that sparks meditation on mortality, on what we learn from our parents, on what we pass on. In addition to thinking of my mother — and my father, too — I thought of my cousin Billy, whose favorite show of all time was Man of La Mancha, which is why he flew all the way from New Jersey to see it here with me on the fiftieth anniversary of the first time we saw it together. I remember sitting in these seats next to him. I felt him there as the connections between that show and this one thrummed.
Edward Bloom, after all, was very much a Don Quixote-like character, who didn’t see the world as it was, but as it could and possibly should be. Don Quixote lived in a world of fantastical creatures as Edward did and both strove to be the noble heroes of their life stories, helping those in need, righting wrongs, loving with all their hearts.
In Man of La Mancha, there are those who strive and temporarily succeed in bringing Don Quixote back to reality. But back there, where so many of us live, the colors aren’t as bright, the hope is not as strong, the light is not as brilliant and clear. The audience gets chills when the real people behind Don Quixote’s creations beg him to bring back the fantasies that give them courage to be their best selves.
Big Fish thrills with a similar joy when Will finally understands his father’s stories, picks up the thread and weaves a fresh tapestry. Because we cannot hold those we love forever in this world. But we can carry them in our heart when we understand and continue their work and wonder. Wherever you are in your life, this is a show not to be missed.
Big Fish continues through Aug. 9 at Frisco Discovery Center, Frisco. 972-370-2266. theatrefrisco@att.net

