Category: London Calling

Tom Hanks, Shakespeare, the Los Angeles Theatre Scene, and a Top 10 List

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Back when I was but a wee theatre-loving lad growing up in San Diego (quite a good theatre city in its own right), I periodically shlepped up to Los Angeles for a few productions of interest every year.

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All The World’s a Stage, and All the Men and Women Merely Selfish Audiences

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My main problem with criticism today, both formal and informal, can be summarized in the phrase: “the selfish audience.”

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Tweet of Consciousness: Weekend News Roundup

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News regarding Escape to Margaritaville; Sweat; Hamilton in London’s quest to stop scalpers/touts; the Stuttering Association for the Young (and Bruce Springsteen, kinda); the Ambassador Theatre Group/Colonial Theatre; and the Nassau Coliseum:

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THE TRUTH Will Set You Free…or Not

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French Playwright Florian Zeller burst onto the New York theatre scene this past season with the excellent Broadway production of The Father.[1] Though he’s been popular in London for a few years thanks to the excellent translations of Christopher Hampton,[2] the relatively young Mr. Zeller is a new, much welcomed commodity for New York theatregoers hungry for fresh dramatic voices. As such, when I found out another of his plays – also translated by Mr. Hampton – had recently transferred to the West End’s Wyndham’s Theatre after a successful run at the Menier Chocolate Factory, I made it a priority to see The Truth on a recent trip to London to determine whether Florian would be a one-hit wonder or a promising playwright to keep an eye on.

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