In my twenty-five years of theater reviewing, time and again when I find myself less enthusiastic about a show, ninety-nine percent of the time the culprit is the writing. One would think that there’d be a higher...
Thornton Wilder’s 1942 Pulitzer Prize-winning play, The Skin of Our Teeth, is an assuredly odd duck. It’s eighty-two years old but still seems postmodern with its frequent fourth-wall breaking, playfulness with time and...
Neil LaBute’s new two-hander play drops us right into a date-in-progress. The pair have drunkenly staggered back to one of the couple’s place to hang out after a night of drinking. “I’m not staying!” the woman (Jules...
Nora is a mess. Played on stage by Alana Dietze, the 30-something baroque musicologist is embroiled in a steamy sexual relationship with a slightly older married man, Michael, played by Joby Earle. Cavorting...
In my fifty-seven years of life, I’ve never seen this country so divided and tribalized. I think the media bears a lot of blame for this, referring to us as living in red or blue states and giving equal time on-air to...