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“North Shore Fish” introduces, but then glosses over, the potent issues of working class women struggling to support their families in dead-end factory jobs while their fisherman husbands remain out of sight.
The Peterborough Players have put together a “Seagull” that floats elegantly on nineteenth-century Russian and twenty-first-century American wings, simultaneously bright and dark.
“The Missing Year of Juan Salvatierra” is a compelling celebration of art as a force of nature, a fragile yet indomitable demand for possibility despite the constraints of a torpid existence.
But Mr. Ho’s Brian O’Neill had another idea. What if he took the very inauthenticity of the original music as a motive for putting together things that were never meant to go together originally? Like Bach’s Toccata and Fugue with a Balkan beat?
This attractive, inexpensive box set dedicated to Claudio Abbado contains a rich gathering of lucid, colorful recordings, among the most accomplished modern performances of symphonies that are absolutely central to the repertoire.
It’s a pity Witold Lutoslawski’s music isn’t turning up on more orchestral programs in the U.S. this season and next – Benjamin Britten seems to be the centennial birthday boy of choice.
Theater Review: A Few Thoughts on Williamstown Theatre Festival’s “Pygmalion”
Surely the lesson of “Pygmalion” is that Eliza should never look back. She doesn’t need to.
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