Watching Mad Cat productions often feels less like consuming theater and more like eavesdropping on inside jokes. The arcane references,obscure titles, the inexplicable musical interludes and Brechtian distancing are never amateurish, but they are cultishly insular. To that end, Varry Harry, Mad Cat’s world-premiere tribute to a similarly idiosyncratic voice, is doggedly on-brand.
What the musical Once illustrates on the stage of Actors Playhouse is the unparalleled power of song to capture and then share the pure pain and pleasure of love.
As overwhelming as The Color Purple is to the eyes and ears, it’s the heart that is most affected in this Broadway Across America tour production at the Arsht Center. Powerful voices trumpet then caress a gorgeous score as actors expertly deliver all the possible emotions laden in a well-crafted but challenging script.
Small Mouth Sounds is punctuated with grunts, moans, stamps, slaps, sighs, whimpers and snores, but fewer words are spoken by the leading characters than in an entire evening with Blue Man Group. That provides the wellspring of considerable humor, ample poignancy and significant themes about the ineffectiveness of verbal communication and the supremacy of simple human emotion.
The highly entertaining production of Wicked isn’t just defying gravity—it’s defying expectations. It’s easy for long-time theatergoers to become a bit jaded about seeing the umpteenth tour of a musical that you think you’ve seen too many times already. But any qualms about Wicked, now at the Broward Center tare quickly dissipated.
If you are a Boomer (and be warned, maybe only if you’re a Boomer or their progeny), Slow Burn Theatre Company’s hilarious spoof Disaster! will be in contention for one of the silliest, stupidest and downright funniest nights you have had in theater in recent years.
At the risk of sounding sexist… Riverside Theatre has opened a handsome production of a play that could turn husbands into theater patrons.
It’s Lombardi, a long one-act about famed Green Bay Packer coach Vince Lombardi. And it’s not a musical and it doesn’t have an intermission, so even those husbands who went to Sunday’s matinee still got home in time for the Super Bowl.
Theatre Lab’s production of Lauren Gunderson’s The Revolutionists resembles a blindingly scintillating gem-like puzzle with an infinite number of moving parts that twist in on itself over and over endlessly.
Maltz Jupiter Theatre’s An Inspector Calls focuses with laser intent on what the evolving socialist J.B. Priestley saw as its thematic marrow — all individuals have an inescapable responsibility for the well-being of every other human being, and that privileged classes seem obscenely inured to that duty.
Aside from hearing a cast whose parents might have been in swaddling clothes when these songs were on the radio, it’s impossible to ignore that Broward Stage Door’s Imagine — A Beatles Celebration highlights the emotional and musical worth that proves these songs are as timeless as those of Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer.