"The mystery of deep acting at work."
One very old playwright, one very new one.
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"Each faces distinct and comically awful demises."
"The air starts to leak out of Little Miss Sunshine's story immediately after the opening number. "
Hilarity, bathos, and his grandfather's gas.
"Part of what’s hilarious about Domesticated is the way the playwright not only goes there, but stacks the deck on arrival."
"Opulent yet tasteful, wild but disciplined, kinetic and sexy but smart, smart, smart."
A reminder of why she was a MacArthur genius.
Backwards runs drama until reels the mind.
Even the gun is present.
Kander after Ebb.
Alison Bechdel's comic-strip memoir, onstage.
"Our hero enters, eating grits."
"There is great pleasure in being handled with authority by a playwright who knows what he’s doing."
Ferocious, very controlled chaos.
There are pearly performances of great songs. It’s a shame about the rest of the show.
A great star, singing deadly music and lyrics.
"Tracee Chimo's Daphna seems to fill every corner of the room at once."
Repression times two.
Plus Ethan Coen's Women or Nothing.
A play that's half-Chekov and half-Dallas, another that depicts Muhammad Ali meeting Stepin Fetchit, and a musical that's Icecapades for nerds. Good times.
The results are mixed, and appropriately dyspeptic.
Shlomo, we hardly knew ye.