Some patrons might be a tad uncomfortable at Murder Ballad at Actors Playhouse. After all, a lovesick swain likely will pour his heart out while standing on a chair a few inches away from an audience member’s face. A ticket buyer may find herself within spitting distance of a sweaty couple trying to kill each other.
Actors’ Playhouse’s crew spent weeks ripping up its second floor balcony theater and reconfiguring it for its upcoming production of the noirish musical Murder Ballad, set in a dark East Village bar. See a slideshow of the work here.
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