Robert Israel
Matthew Teitelbaum, 59, may be among the most reluctant employees the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston has hired.
Gloucester Blue is a lively play whose glow is generated by the spirited, tragicomic performances of a cast that obviously delights in performing it.
In appropriate, a talented young playwright turns mischievous literary homage into a work of exhilarating entertainment.
You should see GSC’s The Flick, but be warned that the drama works in spurts and starts
James Tate remains true to himself. These prose-poems are often stellar, harrowingly distinctive, and worthy of repeat visits.
Like Samuel Beckett, Enda Walsh does not ignore the tenderness that flourishes, often under the duress of absurdity.
While 887 explores the political, historical, and cultural ramifications of centuries-old racism, Robert Lepage never panders to victim mentality polemics.
Out of Sterno punches the same punchline far too often.
The Aga Khan Museum should also be appreciated as a source of inspiration.
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