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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What follows is a pithy textual representation of The Babylon Line, Richard Greenberg’s oh-so Greenberg-ian new play currently running at Lincoln Center’s off-Broadway Mitzi E. Newhouse Theater through January 22:[1]
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2. But with 1 of the worst last lines of the season: “This is the end…or is it a sort of beginning?” Bit too on the nose, no?
— Steven Strauss (@aintnohero) January 6, 2017
The Sparknotes version of the essential background information that you need to understand my impending temper tantrum: one of the best off-Broadway, nonprofit theatre companies – Second Stage (2ST) – recently upped their digs to the Great White Way by buying the Helen Hayes Theatre, the smallest on Broadway and thus perfectly suited for plays and more intimate musicals. For anyone who bemoans the lack of new plays on Broadway, this is objectively a stupendous development because 2ST has long been devoted to exclusively producing such work (they also stage new musicals like Next to Normal and Dear Evan Hansen, but despite the superior quality of these, I just can’t be AS excited about the prospect of more always-prevalent new musicals on the Great White Way). To quote lyrics from the former musical: “It’s gonna be good/It’s gonna be good/It’s gonna be great/It’s gonna be fucking great!” Or is it?
Amidst the seemingly endless array of doomsday scenarios regarding the onset of Trump’s America being bandied about by many artists – a majority of whom are obviously liberal – a rare, commonly held bright spot in this darkness is the promise that at the very least some amazing art will be created in response to the years ahead. Very few have ever countered the quasi-adage ‘misery inspires better art than happiness’ for a reason.
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
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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”
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