We have nothing in our lives as valuable or as vulnerable as our children, and for many parents their children’s youth is a nightmare of fragility. Their kids are at any moment potential prey to disease, to accident, to their own bad choices and, increasingly in our sad age, to slimy predators whose very existence […]
Archives for June 2010
This down and dirty two-man drama from Solas Nua whisks you away, uninvited, to the dangerous, impoverished back streets of Belfast, Northern Ireland where two angry young men square off for a final, inevitable smackdown.
What is worse – the worry of having a loved one in a distant war or the pain of dealing with his return, crippled both physically and emotionally? Both situations are experienced by the characters in The Pull of Negative Gravity, a dark but gutsy choice as the inaugural production of the Welders Theatre Company. […]
A group of people exists who love show music like I love show music – and the theatre gods have finally given them the wherewithal to share their love. They work at Masterworks Broadway and they are in the process of filling in blanks in the collections of us fanatics.
A conversation with playwright/director D. W. Jacobs and performer Rick Foucheux If you haven’t read the work of Buckminster Fuller or seen it explained in R. Buckminster Fuller: The History (and Mystery) of the Universe, you might doubt whether watching one solo performance could totally transform how you see this “Spaceship Earth”
“For my money the main character is not Spinoza but Amsterdam and the Jewish community.” Ives says. “They’re the ones with the problem. He’s the still point of their turning world – the drama is what they’re going to do with him.”
It’s uncanny when an actor comes on stage and tells you exactly what will happen when you leave the theater that evening. Then again, lots of things about This is Not A Time Bomb are unsettling. It begins when Edward Daniels tells us we will probably leave the theater and have a conversation, but what […]
You park your car in the Courthouse parking lot, and board a shuttle toward the top of the hill, where the remains of the Patapsco Female Institute rest. You buy your ticket and pick up your seat cushion, and sidle upward in a counterclockwise circle (the least steep traveling route),
It seems almost redundant to satirize the movie biz, since Hollywood does a pretty fine job already rendering itself absurd. However, this should not deter you from wallowing in the celluloid craziness of the Reduced Shakespeare Company’s show Completely Hollywood (abridged).
The house is set so that the light gauze draping the stage invades the seats of the audience, merging the audience and stage without distinction. Thus begins Memoria Brassica, an inquisitive experimental piece in which printing, spoken words, and dance unite to form an artistic installment of how memory