The Shrouds isn’t the sole ending in theaters now that feels abrupt enough to have made both of my audiences guffaw at the sheer surprise of the credits rolling.
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The Shrouds isn’t the sole ending in theaters now that feels abrupt enough to have made both of my audiences guffaw at the sheer surprise of the credits rolling.
Continue reading “Resolute”
Contemporary art isn’t shy about discussing abortions.
Continue reading “April Years”
My eyes had the option of gazing upon the luscious sight of Denzel Washington and Jake Gyllenhaal sharing a stage in the flesh.
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Most productions treat entrance applause as a mere break in the action, a pause to allow the audience to celebrate a luminary.
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The Years, or: when trigger warnings double as dramaturgy.
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The title number in Real Women Have Curves strikes a similar chord as the first scene of Act II in Bess Wohl’s Liberation.
Continue reading “Full Monties”
Attention spans are fickle.
Continue reading “The First Gaffe”
Differentiation is a form of highlighting.
Continue reading “In Ourselves”
A technical difficulty during my performance of Boop! doubled as a lesson in staging.
Continue reading “Oops”
Manhunt is Nicolas Winding Refn’s Bronson for the stage.
Continue reading “AYM”