Theater
Bianco Amato is a marvel as Anton Chekov’s widow, Olga Knipper, who can turn her fake emotions on a ruble.
Are those who merely stand and watch as guilty as those who drop the bombs, pull the triggers, or run the trains? The question is no less relevant today than more than sixty years ago.
Director Liesl Tommy’s unflinching approach gives Lorraine Hansberry’s classic a surprising urgency more than half a century after the drama first played on Broadway.
Whether or not there’s a real lover, or whether all of this is an elaborate fantasy is beside the point. For Harold Pinter, it may all be the same thing.
“Clybourne Park” was expressly written to be in conversation with Lorraine Hansberry’s “A Raisin in the Sun.” The former gives us a new perspective — actually new perspectives — on the latter.
In Bruce Norris’ Pulitzer prize-winning play “Clybourne Park,” resentment and racism chafe at the thin veneer of polite pleasantries.
By planning ahead, and purchasing one flexpass, I was able to see a trio of plays in New York during a single weekend for well under $200 — a bargain price for world-class theater productions.
Presence is the sense that the actors live in the here and now, every minute, every second they are on stage. And Liz Hayes and Nael Nacer do that in the New Rep production of Lungs.
The luminous physical beauty of the production staged by the American Repertory Theater, coupled with carefully crafted performances by its performers, makes this a Glass Menagerie to be cherished.
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