2. Namely: lack of thematic focus in favor of packing play with as many intellectually witty conversational observations as possible
— Write All Nite (@aintnohero) December 22, 2016
Continue reading “Tweet of Consciousness: THE WOLVES (Sarah DeLappe, Playwrights Realm)”
2. but still can’t overcome artistically crippling feeling this story was CLEARLY written for another medium. Dramatically inert dramaturgy
— Write All Nite (@aintnohero) December 21, 2016
Continue reading “Tweet of Consciousness: TINY BEAUTIFUL THINGS (Nia Vardalos, Public Theater)”
THIS DAY FORWARD (Vineyard): Nicky Silver is the 21st century’s inferior AR Gurney (not really praise from me: https://t.co/IG0GobmZZG
— Write All Nite (@aintnohero) December 19, 2016
Continue reading “Tweet of Consciousness: THIS DAY FORWARD (Nicky Silver, Vineyard Theatre)”
LOVE, LOVE, LOVE (Roundabout) Many of the dramatic strengths of Mike Bartlett’s other, superior plays are not on display here. 1/)
— Write All Nite (@aintnohero) December 14, 2016
In my continued efforts to cover everything that I see on Write All Nite, I’ve been tweeting my character-restricted, and thus brief thoughts on movies and some shows and other works of art that don’t compel me to go deep on them in a fully-realized, and thus fully-verbose piece. Click here to follow me on Twitter to read these updates in real time, but for those not as technologically-savvy, I’ve also decided to post them on Write All Nite in a new series titled ‘Tweet of Consciousness.’ As the name – and the prior explanation – suggests, these will be my stream of consciousness reactions to whatever I see that doesn’t warrant lengthier responses. They will all retain Twitter’s format, but for those not familiar with it, all you really have to know is that you should read the tweets as they’ll be presented in all subsequent posts: from top to bottom in their chronological order. The titles of each post will contain (in parentheses, like so) the name of the director for movies, and the names of the playwright plus the producing theatre company for theatre. Continue reading “Explaining My TWEET OF CONSCIOUSNESS”
The Signature Theatre Company’s revival of “Master Harold”…and the boys by Athol Fugard – which he also directed – unexpectedly called to mind the necessity of the separation of church and state to a country’s success. Even though the play does not particularly delve into civic theology (religion is only mentioned in passing), Signature’s production served as yet another reminder of one of my more tried-and-true artistic tenets that’s just as crucial to the continued vitality of theatre as the ol’ ‘church and state’ adage is to government: the separation of a playwright from his play through the all-important intermediary of a director.
Continue reading ““MASTER HAROLD”…AND THE BOYS: Great Playwrights…make average directors”
Three recent off-Broadway productions – Horton Foote’s The Roads to Home at Primary Stages, A.R. Gurney’s Two Class Acts at the Flea Theater, and En Garde Arts’ Wilderness at the Abrons Arts Center – made me ponder how much accurately depicting the lives of specific people not often given the time of day on stage should be valued. Though holding up a mirror to nature has always been one of the foundational tenets of art, after years of audiences being treated to ‘reflections’ of almost every different type of character imaginable, I’m now left wondering if plays that achieve nothing more than presenting these now-familiar reflections can justifiably be criticized for not striving for, well, more…
Earlier this week, Michael Riedel of the New York Post reported that Bruce (Springsteen…for those who don’t know me) – after years of purportedly refusing to sell his music for others’ artistic (and financial) gain – is now open to lending his vast musical oeuvre to a Broadway musical.
After posting my thoughts regarding Theatre for One’s current residency at the Signature Theatre Company’s Pershing Square Signature Center, I received a few questions regarding the logistics of attending this abnormal event. As such, I figured it would behoove everyone if I answered them publicly here:
A magic box currently resides in the middle of the Pershing Square Signature Center on 42nd Street through November 21, and those who dare to step inside may walk out with a newfound conception of this art form known as theatre.
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