Review
Classic rock (which is really a radio format, not a musical genre) is a strange animal, which has spawned an audience that apparently cares more about hit songs and memories than about who’s actually onstage.
Rufus Wainwright is like that: unfiltered family love and dysfunction threaded through whammo pop tunes wrapped in the sequins of more than a little clear-to-those-who-know celebrity.
Louie is a difficult show to advertise because it is the only example of art-television at the moment.
Cassandra Speaks is yet another dazzling vehicle for actor Tod Randolph, who excels in etching brilliant stage portraits of famous, complicated women.
Ida proffers a cinematic experience that is austere and mesmerizing.
Beau Jest’s playful Apt 4D offers a wonderful opportunity to celebrate the creativity and imagination of the truly extraordinary theater troupe.
Even by Widespread Panic’s intuitive standards, this was a fairly challenging show: The setlist seemed to favor their deeper, less outgoing material.
In this book, personality trumps process, although The Eugene O’Neill’s Theater Center’s purpose is, at its source, process.
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