Entirely well-acted, thoughtfully directed, in a evolved play about past loves we can’t leave behind, Fighting Over Beverley by Israel Horovitz has its way way off Broadway tryout at Theatre at Arts Garage.
It is wonderful to see creativity in approaching a work that isn’t usually staged; the bad news is, when it doesn’t come together, all of the inventiveness is lost. Such is the case with The Plaza Theatre’s mounting of Rags.
Among the reasons to see The Women’s Theatre Project’s Red Hot Patriot are Carbonell Award-winner Barbara Bradshaw as she holds court for 68 minutes in a one-woman show about Texas journalist Molly Ivins. Secondly is to see Genie Croft’s brilliant direction. The least inviting is Margaret Engel and Allison Engel’s cobbled together script.
With its ingenious, acrobatic score, and exceptional singers who could handle both the drama and the demands, FGO’s No Exit may have been a depiction of hell, but the production was hot damn perfection. The only regret was that this was a three-day run. If you must, go through heaven and hell to get to the final performance of this production tonight. It’s a once in lifetime experience.
Palm Beach Dramaworks’s 2014-2015 season will continue its tradition of presenting classic American and British dramas and musicals, a few familiar, some rarely if ever done by professional theaters in South Florida.
The Full Monty is one of those scruffy street mongrels that are undeniably cute and even inexplicably winning for short periods, but not a stray you want to take home. The Wick Theatre’s production of the musical is competent, perhaps one of the better renditions you’ve seen of it, but its not equal to the recent triumph with 42nd Street.
Jealousy, ego and unbridled schadenfreude that exist in any human being seem to be intensified among the rarefied spirits we call artists – at least that seems to be thrust of Mark Ravenhill’s droll little satire, Pool (No Water) enjoying a hoot of an outing thanks to Thinking Cap Theatre.
All through the engrossing and ultimately wrenching second act of the Maltz Jupiter Theatre’s production of Other Desert Cities, one question screamed for an answer: Where were you people in the first act? The competent cast slogs through the exposition until they finally get create plausible characters in the second act.
War Horse is cherished by many of us who saw it at Lincoln Center as one of the most brilliantly executed pieces of theater we have seen. But it’s hard to shake the heretical truth that the extra sense of transcendence we felt in New York wasn’t there on the opening night of this very brief run.
Until the final scene, it’s not terribly clear what New Theatre’s intriguing Visiting Hours is about or what it’s trying to say – and then the ideas come at you so fast that it takes a while afterward to sort out what playwright David Caudle has been setting up all night. Fortunately, the production led by director Margaret M. Ledford is consistently engaging and Caudle’s characters are absorbing enough to keep your attention.