“Becky’s New Car” turns out to be a ride worth taking, especially if we suspend our disbelief long enough to embrace the notion that malice is not necessarily aforethought even though our actions might be construed to suggest otherwise.
This remains a vision of a dystopian universe, but in the hands of these performers “Waiting for Godot”‘s angst exudes as much antic warmth as it does cold angst.
Tennessee Williams was a prolific writer, and each season the Festival presents an unfinished play or little known work from his vast canon.
While luminary thespians and film stars such as Brian Dennehy and Christopher Plummer have trod the Stratford Festival boards, let me sing the praises of two actresses: Martha Henry and Michelle Giroux.
Part of the nostalgia of seeing Joan Baez and Sting was the opportunity to relive the experiences of attending their concerts at a more youthful time in our lives.
Theater taught me how to draw parallels, to condense, to delete triviality and to recognize significance.