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With the fearful ferocity of twin jackhammers running amok, the brothers of Main Street Players’ True West clash and crash, attack and retreat in an anguish-fueled release of pent-up frustration that their chosen lifestyles have not worked out.
Sometimes the star of the show is the words.. Main Street Players does a credible job bringing life to the comedy 37 Postcards, but its prime virtue is Michael McKeever’s hilarious script, replete with witty lines, classic vaudevillian timing and copious opportunities for actors to do more slow burns than Jack Benny.
In Main Street Players’ riveting, unmissable mounting of David Mamet’s scorching play, Race, director Lowell Williams wastes no time in hammering us with a sadly telling stage picture.
It took Main Street Players’ lethargic production of Superior Donuts about 20 minutes to show much signs of life, and even then the primary electricity came from one actor as a young man ablaze with ambition and hope. This theater has gifted us with some fine work such as Bad Jews. But little voltage sparks across this story about hopes and dreams.
Unsung heroes who provide outstanding service behind the scenes in local theater will receive recognition this year from the South Florida Theatre League’s 2018 Remy Awards.
Let’s talk about sex, drugs and relationships. Let’s dish about thoughtless cruel men we’ve known, love and loneliness, fears that hold us back and strengths that can empower us. Such is the core of the raucous, ribald and irreverent celebration of sisterhood embodied in Five Women Wearing the Same Dress, at Main Street Players in Miami Lakes.
Main Street Players challenges itself and its audiences in This Random World, this 90-minute think piece that will make you question some of your own connections to the people in your life. But the complex story has trouble flowing because of necessary scenery changes.
You might want to don protective gear before seeing Clark Gable Slept Here, a pitch-black comedy by multi award-winning, versatile Miami-area playwright Michael McKeever. Folks won’t find a “splash zone” in the seating area at Main Street Players. That is where the unapologetically gnashing, shameless and hysterical satire has opened in a furiously funny production.
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?”
Conjuring the lowbrow folderol of an early 20th century burlesque, Steve Martin’s adaptation of this 1910 German sex comedy Underpants performed by Main Street Players is all too quaint for our hedonistic age, with our ever-loosening broadcast standards and our debauched president.