As my second wave feminist companion said as we left the theater, “That was hilarious. And I am SO ANGRY.”
The only way forward, to go beyond American myths of innocence, is to confront the enduring crimes of the past.
For me, Sweat hits its riveting stride in its second half, when the pressures of the strike tests the relationships of its working class characters.
The message of August Wilson’s final play: the future rests not on the number of Whole Foods we build but on the culture we value.
The overall effect is one of a genial, superficial club lecture on reading and writing poetry, punctuated by Frost’s Greatest Hits.
While there is much to admire about Detroit Red’s script, there are serious problems with the staging.
The main problem with Gloria is its expository storytelling. Events are mostly announced and described rather than recreated.
Underground Railway Theater has a runaway hit. You’ll never see a show quite like it. It’s bold, ridiculous, and very risky.
Praxis Stage picked the right time to stage a Shakespeare play about a head of state who doesn’t have anything on his mind but corruption.
The New Rep production of Hair is acceptable: if the intent was to look back at a now-dated musical that once caused a stir.