In President Harding is a Rock Star, President Harding is a rock star. The stage is that of a rock concert, set with everything you’d expect to find at a show: drums, a keyboard, a couple guitars. All of this, of course, is manned by musicians. The guitarist has a black choker, a long wig […]
Archives for July 17, 2012
Clearly named after the magnum opus of spoken word artist Gil Scott-Heron, one might assume Faruq Hussein Bey’s, The Revolution Will Not Be Televised is a play based on the life of the legendary poet. It is not.
“What sort of man is Adolf Eichmann?” asks Israeli interrogator Avner Less. “Does he feel anything at all?” These two questions are posed to us in the opening of The Extermination Machine, a play that depicts the belated cross-examination of Eichmann, a prominent Nazi official who evaded the Nuremberg Trials by hotfooting it to Buenos […]
Barbara Selfridge is a woman put-upon. Her mother’s a non-feminist idiot whose sweet voice attempts to mask the dark sentiments of certain words. Her father’s an “asshole, asshole, asshole,” drunkard, diabetic lush and once brilliant mathematician whose old age pastimes include peeing on his shoes. And her older sister’s daily seizures condemn her to a […]
Smile for the paparazzi! They came in full force to Gilbert and Sullivan’s Trial by Jury. The one-act opera was the team’s first hit and began captivating audiences in 1875. The Victorian Lyric Opera Company brings the show to modern times, poking fun at the spectacle of celebrity court cases. The show, which is painstakingly […]
I have a confession. I love Legally Blonde the Musical. Not a vague kind of love, reserved for cute animals and free parking, and not a brooding kind of love, the way many English majors feel about Shakespeare or James Joyce.
Having begun this month’s concentration on George Gershwin during the 75th anniversary of his death with a review of a book I enthusiastically endorsed, I’m sorry to say this week we look at one I cannot recommend for its Gershwin content.
Jim Morgan, the Producing Artistic Director of the literally underground York Theatre Company at St. Peter’s Church on Lexington Avenue, has the look of a truly contented man. His opening remarks before each performance should be recorded and incorporated into the text.