Theater
The trio of writers has flattened Stephen King’s gaggle of high school teens into two-dimensional clichés, devoid of any adolescent intensity.
Does the distrust of (even a little) narrative ambiguity by North American dramaturgs and audiences mean that international plays must be made more ‘cinematic’ when they are produced here?
“Abe Lincoln’s Piano” does not evoke in us the same sense of astonishment that Hershey Felder feels toward his antiquarian discoveries.
The Lyric Stage Company’s thoroughly enjoyable production more than does “Into the Woods,” Stephen Sondheim’s un-Disneyfied version of fairy tales, justice.
Is it the Bard or a magic show? The prestidigitation wins out given the wanness of the dramatic proceedings.
Dramatically speaking, Sontag: Reborn fails to treat a flawed iconoclast with the necessary creative playfulness. Hush, Saint Susan Aborning!
The conceit of “On the Verge” is fascinating, inviting us, as all first rate speculative or science fiction does, to see our past through different lenses.
It is encouraging to see new plays that tackle substantial social problems.
Icarus proffers plenty of spectacle and talent, but the show only recycles a story we’ve seen countless times on stage and screen.
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