Robert Israel
Reading Nikki Giovanni, one is inspired to never cower, to never beg, to never surrender.
The bottom line is that we simply aren’t given a requisite sense of the play’s embrace of tragedy.
“Both poet/playwrights wrote with the same swings between tragedy and farce we live with now in America.”
Men on Boats is a sometimes rollicking, at other times tedious, one-act play.
Israel Horovitz’s latest play delivers some fine moments of comedy as well as some dark revelations about female neediness.
Throughout Sam Shepard’s oeuvre one can find ample evidence of his struggles with demons, some of them distinctively American.
Fresh Ink Theatre is to be applauded for taking risks, for daring to mix it all up, for giving audiences a taste of what theater, shelter-skelter version, can be.
Yes, Ripcord is candied, but there’s just enough astringency blended in to make the sugar sufficiently tangy.
The talented SpeakEasy Stage ensemble offers enough harmonious pizazz to make up for the musical ‘s erotic fizzle.
In the remarkable images of Henryk Ross, Nazi evil is exposed through a kind of heroic voyeurism.
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