The Brontes is not a play for lovers of 19th-century literature. In fact, some of this crowd will be offended by this irreverent production from Dizzy Miss Lizzie’s Roadside Revue.
If I were to tell you that young couples once danced nearly to the point of death, staying in motion for forty-five minutes every hour around the clock for sometimes 4,000 hours straight for a chance, if they survived, to win a cash prize, would you believe me?
The Bedroom is by the far the worst venue I have yet to view a play in. The low ceilings provide for terrible sightlines, especially for those not in the first few rows. This also creates really atrocious lighting angles. I’m not sure why, but the acoustics are as bad as I’ve run into as […]