Tag Archives: Laura Turnbull
Palm Beach Dramaworks’ Indecent is precisely the kind of thrilling evening that glories in what theater can be – a unique art form that cannot be matched by anything on film, anything hanging on a wall, anything reproducible on an mp3 or an mp4.
Laura Turnbull in the solo show The Pink Unicorn from Primal Forces places us in the headspace of a widowed mother in a small—and small-minded—Texas suburb who transforms into an unwitting advocate for gender liberation.
Life is all about attitude and how you perceive what you encounter, whether it be a stack of garbage or a deadly disease, in Be Here Now, Deborah Zoe Laufer’s life-affirming, funny and touching new play.
Theatre Lab, has mounted a production of the engrossing, taut, yet layered piece for which it can be proud.
They are unlike any trials you have ever seen on Law & Order. Zoetic Stage’s world premiere of Christopher Demos-Brown’s Wrongful Death And Other Circus Acts is a hilarious but merciless satire on the civil legal profession by, indeed, setting the evening in and as a highly stylized circus.
Christopher Demos-Brown has a world premiere Friday of Wrongful Death And Other Circus Acts at Zoetic Stage, but his play American Son is slated to open on Broadway in November.
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.
A double sense of “life after death” pervades the touching and beautifully rendered The Tin Woman drama suffused with wit now playing at Actors Playhouse as spring slides into summer.
Twenty-seven theater artists and organizations will receive the eighth annual South Florida Silver Palm Theatre Awards honoring an outstanding or unique contribution,” the group announced Monday.
I’ll Eat You Last: A Chat With Sue Mengers at GableStage is an acerbically delicious cross between a gossip fest and a memoir of the legendary Hollywood super-agent of the 1970s, brought to life by the exquisite Laura Turnbull under Michael Leeds’ deft direction.
South Florida Theater patrons checking and responding to email during a performance has mushroomed in recent years, but it reached a high water mark last week indicating a worsening of the collision of technology, performance art, the obsession with staying connected and the etiquette of communal interaction.