We need a satire that takes Trump’s radical threat more seriously than Vicuña.
Jon Robin Baitz
Life can be found under any stone, in any crack in the sidewalk. But I admit I yearn for being taken on a grander voyage, higher, deeper than any sitcom can take me.
For all of its earnest interest in healing some of the great divides in American life, Other Desert Cities ends up slighting the desert spaces that lie between us.
June is a transitional month for theater — the big Summer Festivals don’t hit their stride until July. But odd and interesting productions pop up, such as a view of life for women in Putin’s Russia, a musical about union activity, a glimpse of what’s billed as “the future of ensemble theatre in America,” and the world premiere of a musical version of the Bible’s Song of Songs that, who knows, might usher in a Summer of Love.