Grand Horizons at the Gloucester Stage Company is a wild, funny, and sometimes wonderfully touching ride.
Shakespeare’s text has been streamlined for easy consumption on a summer’s evening — there’s no intermission, lots of physical comedy, and a party vibe.
Once it gets its bearings, Mr. Fullerton, Between the Sheets, tosses and turns its way through the throes of hidden romance, miscommunication, reconciliation and, eventually, heartbreak.
My point is obvious: real estate is key to the survival of the small theater scene.
This is an indelibly zany concoction: part homage, part esprit de corps, part meditation on screwball comedy as a form of modest but invigorating cheer.
What elevates An Iliad beyond the routine is MaConnia Chesser’s dazzling performance as The Poet.
Common Ground Revisited infuses new life into J. Anthony Lukas’s book, but it doesn’t offer any easy answers. The play fills in the fine details, deepening our understanding of how we got here and how far we have to go.
Woody Sez falls short as a compelling chronicle of Guthie’s life and times. It becomes a sort of “greatest hits” round-up and the steady stream of music is moving and then some.
This is a quicksilver drama about how a loving couple reacts as devastating bolts of lightning strike.
Maybe I am an alarmist and the rich and powerful know something the rest of us don’t. Perhaps the midterms will not put another nail in the coffin of democracy. Apparently, it will be business as usual for the A.R.T. and other American theaters — until it can’t be.