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Theater does not have to be loud and careening to be memorable. Outré Theatre Company’s revival of the off-Broadway hit Next Fall courageously takes a huge chance staging this evening of emotion and ideas slowly and quietly.
One pleasure of a theater critic’s job are these year-end retrospectives that require looking back at reviews and be reminded, “Oh, yeah, that was really great. And right, there was that. And how could I forget that one?”
The miracle of the Carousel when it’s done well, as it is in this Actors Playhouse production, is that although it’s 72 years old and its protagonists are a wife-beating ne’er-do-well and the woman who stubbornly loves him despite the domestic violence, the bloody thing works in the 21st Century.
God is just like you and me – genial, well-meaning, chatty and, while omniscient and omnipotent, also flawed enough to make universe-shaking mistakes. At least that’s the God that actor Tom Wahl, director Joe Adler and playwright David Javerbaum offer during a delightful, hilarious and subversively insightful evening in GableStage’s An Act of God.
Larry Parr’s Invasion of Privacy from Pigs Do Fly Productions, based on a lawsuit against Florida’s beloved Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings, lays intriguing thought-provoking ideas on the table, but basically just leaves them there.
Feeding The Bear, a serio-comedy focused on caring for a father succumbing to Alzheimer’s (featuring a drag queen with a cooking TV show), has all the necessary ingredients for a tasty confection, but this work in progress hasn’t yet found the culinary magic to be a fully satisfying dish.
Island City Stage gives the first full performance of Michael Leeds’ Who Killed Joan Crawford, a comedy mystery about male friends invited to a birthday party dressed as Crawford characters.
Break out the martinis. It isn’t perfect, but it’s still a helluva lot of fun
Actors Playhouse’s production of The Trial of Ebenezer Scrooge has a talented cast working hard under the direction of David Arisco, but good grief, what a waste of the resources of Mark Brown’s lame script. For one hours and forty minutes (including intermission), the audiences waits and waits for a single new riff in the Scrooge story, even a shred of logic explaining Brown’s basic premise.
Broward Stage Door’s earnest intriguing revival of Promises, Promises embraces its up-to-the-moment pop score for 1968, a witty and insightful script, frenetic choreography that caught the zeitgeist of the time, and some deceptively subtle performances to become a wildly-popular hit just as the social fabric of the country was in transition.
Harvey Fierstein’s thought-provoking Casa Valentina play at GableStage explores is that sexuality as an infinitely varied stew of preferences, prejudices and other ingredients in varied measures