R.C. Sherriff’s 1928 play Journey’s End is to the stage what the 1930 film All Quiet on the Western Front is to the screen.
R.C. Sherriff’s 1928 play Journey’s End is to the stage what the 1930 film All Quiet on the Western Front is to the screen.
Every time an artistic director at a regional theatre announces they’re stepping down — a frequent occurrence nowadays — I contemplate who I’d personally hire to fill these all-important positions.
It was just announced that Orlando Bloom will star as the title character in a London revival of Tracy Letts’ 1993 play Killer Joe.
Count me shocked — SHOCKED I TELL YA — that the current Broadway revival of Edward Albee’s Three Tall Women is selling SO well SO early in its run.
In an age dominated by nonprofit theatre companies taking over Broadway houses —from Roundabout’s conquest of the Sondheim to Second Stage’s brand-spanking-new ownership of the Helen Hayes — the New Group should move into the Circle in the Square (once its current tenant, Once on this Island, closes).
This week, I mix in a few more personal observations along with my usual news recaps:
This week in news:
And this week in prioritizing the Tony Awards over the regular — and far more important — ticket-buying public:
“No way this is abou–HOLY HECK IT’S REALLY ABOUT BLUNTS!!!”
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