Theater
The Old Man and The Old Moon is pleasing, but just how theatrically satisfying it is depends on the appeal of ‘magical’ folktales, the kind where anything goes.
Brooke Adams portrays Winnie as the ultimate smiley face; her husband, Tony Shalhoub, is little more than another prop weathering her on-going babble.
The Real Thing’s discussion of linguistic precision may be telling now in ways that dramatist Tom Stoppard may not have anticipated.
In this production, intractable conflicts occasionally bubble to the surface, but too often they are buried beneath family squabbling.
To its considerable credit, Make My Heart Flutter is more existential, literary, and weird than most American comedies.
Crack is too complex and nuanced to be reduced to an anti-psychiatric tract.
Self-production, I think, is for artists who also are entrepreneurs who have a burning desire to get their voice heard.
Despite some awkward staging decisions and the script tampering, there is plenty of lively drive in this production of Hedda Gabler.
The play’s lead characters – representing polar opposites, cultural versus religious Judaism – ultimately exhaust one another, and us.
Ether Dome is nothing if not ironic: a dire need for relief generates a mess of pain.
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