Vampires plus hospital soap opera equals the potential for many varieties of comedic mayhem, including bloody sight gags, sordid love triangles, devious plotting, and “acting” hammier than a Christmas dinner. (Yeesh. Sorry.) All of these, for better or for worse, are showcased in Nights at St. Januarius.
There are a number of ways a solo show can go wrong: narcissism, meandering (or lack of) narrative, simple difficulty sustaining audience interest, and so on. That Tara T. Handron avoids these in her one-woman performance Drunk With Hope In Chicago is commendable. That she does so in a show about alcoholism, a subject matter that is […]
From the publicity (“Shakespeare’s bromance, with no bros”) and from Joshua Engel’s pleasantly erudite director’s note, I sat down expecting No Gentlemen of Verona to be an academic’s production. That is, a loose adaptation of Shakespeare geared toward highlighting a specific theme—gender, I figured, in this case—or a radical re-appropriation of the text in the […]