Tag Archives: James Samuel Randolph
Like death and taxes, one of the few truly dependable things in life is that the venerable Summer Shorts from City Theatre is going to be a satisfying mix of light comedy with a few mildly serious moments. And its silver anniversary production remains a thoroughly entertaining source of 10-minute plays executed by a seasoned cadre of pros.
American Son at Zoetic Stage doesn’t offer solutions to the complexity of race so much as explore with increasing intensity the exact craggy contours of the gulf. Christopher Demos-Brown’s play brings the audience alongside those struggling with the conflicting and seemingly irreconcilable pressures on not just African-Americans but everyone awash in the social maelstrom.
There are plays that you may have seen ithat, when you experience them in today’s environment, bring more of a tear then they might have 10 years ago. This is the experience with JCAT’s Driving Miss Daisy — an underlying reality that some of the experiences that many of us thought, probably Alfred Uhry, too, when he wrote it in 1987, would be reflective are once again front and center.
The miracle of Tarell Alvin McCraney’s streamlined Hamlet at GableStage is that even after surgically slicing two-thirds of the script, the result remains not only effective theater but pure if distilled Shakespeare. It honors the music of the Bard’s language, but places an equal premium on actors communicating a line’s meaning rather than being mindlessly captive to the poetry.