On average, plays are talky as fuck.
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Category: London Calling
Toils and Troubles
Remember when two different theater companies simultaneously decided to stage (restage?) James Baldwin and William Buckley’s 1965 debate?
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High and Low
A window into how my brain works:
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Stay Up
Remember my obsession with the corporeal simplicity of The Ocean at the End of the Lane’s final image?
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Hands at the Edge of the Stage
The Ocean at the End of the Lane: my favorite use of stagehands ever??
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Fuck Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber is a terrorist.
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Plop, Not Plot
What can thrill us in a production a little while after the curtain rises?
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Long Day’s Journey into Scandaltown
Sometimes, a play’s conversational concept is enough on its own to sustain our intrigue for the entirety of a performance.
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Body Talk
No one in the history of the planet has ever been as enamored with neon fluorescent lights as Marianne Elliott.
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The Emperor Has No Costumes
Try to follow me on this one:
WRITE ALL NITE 