Robert Israel
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.
Grand Concourse does wondrous things: it encourages us ponder our own growth toward faith while emphasizing with the struggles of others.
This excellent film version of the play Fences meets (even exceeds) the considerable demands of August Wilson’s script.
These posthumous volumes provide ample proof that poet Philip Levine was far more than a proletariat troubadour.
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