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