Review
On the Exhale is one of the most powerful and uncompromising one-person shows I’ve ever seen.
The production strikes a fine balance between comedy and seriousness, public and private concerns, bringing a complex and compelling play to vibrant life.
The most accurate name for this summer’s Steve Miller/Marty Stuart tour would be “When Two Music Geeks Collide.”
In his new book, poet Charles Simic employs his customary strategies, but he seldom achieves the intensity he once did.
What could have simply passed for a nostalgic classic-rock spin turned out to be an expansive smorgasbord, frustratingly uneven at times, yet given to flashes of fervor and surprise.
Over thirty years after it premiered, the script remains touching and funny, with the added merit that it provides a refreshing respite from the sour discourse of 2019.
Two new musicals aimed at young audiences: One sings, the other yowls
Words from George Orwell to live by: “To see what is in front of one’s nose needs a constant struggle.”
This production of Morning’s at Seven is a celebration of Peterborough’s theatrical family as much as it is the depiction of a fictional one.,/em>
Aziz Ansari does get laughs throughout his set, but the tone of Right Now begins and ends on a note of sobriety.
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