Broward Stage Door’s quite serviceable but not bewitching production of this 1951 fantasy love story doesn’t feel especially magical in the first act, but it locates the right bag of pixie dust in the second act to show why director Michael Leeds wanted to do the play.
Veil after veil are slowly stripped away from the elegant sophisticated stage persona that is “Billie Holiday” until standing exposed is a blunted devastated victim of racism, sexism and abuse – some imposed and some self-inflicted — in Palm Beach Dramaworks’ incisive Lady Day at Emerson’s Bar and Grill.
If God is omniscient, He must be inconsolably sad. Zoetic Stage’s superb production of Harold Pinter’s Betrayal puts its audience in that poignant and painful position in which Knowledge is, indeed, the poisoned apple in Eden.
After love, compassion has to be the highest virtue of humanity. That tender melding of sympathy and forgiveness for human failings and their resulting tragedy suffuse the transcendent musical Fun Home, a front runner for the Best Musical Tony and numerous others.
We were tough last week on the national tour of Anything Goes. If those folks want to know what we were hoping to see, they should take the day off and drop in on what The Wick Theatre is doing with Dames At Sea with a fifth of the resources.
Florida Grand Opera’s production of Gian Carlo Menotti’s The Consul is somehow far more emotionally potent than fairy tale stories of ancient star-crossed Egyptian beauties and 19th century abandoned Japanese naifs wailing repetitively in languages you don’t understand.
It would be inaccurate to compare the soggy national tour of the sea-borne Anything Goes to the Titanic. But if there ever was proof that Broward Center audiences will give a standing ovation to anything, it was the opening night Tuesday of a pallid production so lackluster that someone should have thrown a life preserver at it.
With bracing anger, profuse profanity and biting satire that is more slashing than surgical, Outre Theatre Company’s Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson will not to be everyone’s taste but for those whose preference run more to Rent than Mamma Mia, this is your acidic cup of tea.
Most critics despise adding a letter grade to their review. But watching Broward Stage Door’s admirable production of A Chorus Line kept bringing up over and over the idea of a “B” and what that means. That’s not any kind of insult. In fact, given Stage Door’s resources, it’s a genuine compliment.