You and a close group of friends are out at a dimly lit, divey bar. Or maybe it’s a higher end, cocktail place where you can grab a few classier drinks; nothing too crowded or cluttered with dude bros, but not so empty that you feel awkward about your voice’s volume. You share stories and […]
I left Killer Quack feeling a bit reluctant. Had it only been one hour? Do I really have to leave this wake of passion and energy left behind from James Judd’s hilariously flamboyant yet undeniably entrancing performance? Must I face the world knowing that I would never be the equal of Judd, romantically obsessing over […]
“Why does your sister have to be such a . . . bitch?” Cleon rhetorically asks Ismene after learning of her sister’s methods to overthrow his reign. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Shit!” yells a frustrated Haemon as he frantically searches around for the elusive Antigone in Ismene’s quarters. I’m not sure if an ancient Greek like […]
You see all manner of experimental plays and theatrical performances as a Fringe-festian. But when one comes along with so amoebic a plot that it expands beyond your lens of apprehension, such as Danny Pushkin’s Call Steve Guttenberg does, it’s hard to give a damn.
The lights dim as an eerie stringed arrangement blankets the audience in a veil of unease. It darkens further as a man dressed in black, priest-like garb takes long, confident strides to the stage. The slowly reawakening lights abate the tension to reveal the man and a chair, almost to induce the experience of the […]