Tag Archives: Margaret M. Ledford
There Ain’t No Cure For The Summertime News
So much for the myth of the summer doldrums…. Besides recent and imminent openings at Mad Cat, Palm Beach Dramaworks, GableStage, Actors Playhouse, the XXVII International Hispanic Theatre Festival, three shows at the Stage Door venues, not to mention the Arsht’s Donkey Show, here’s some news and notes you might not have heard about regarding Naked Stage, Island City Stage, Lake Worth Playhouse, David Kwiat and PPTOPA.
Mosaic’s Edge Of Our Bodies Is Provocative If Confusing Drama
Playwright Adam Rapp shares Beckett’s indifference to whether audiences comprehend his idiosyncratic depiction of his dark vision. But in Mosaic Theatre’s The Edge of Our Bodies, he also is writing something of weight and worth, even if you’re not at all certain what it is.
Which brings us to Rapp’s The Edge of Our Bodies closing out Mosaic Theatre’s season. This extended monologue by a high school girl reading from her journal and acting out what she has written is by turns illuminating and opaque, precise and equivocal, comprehensible and incomprehensible.
Summer Shorts More Consistently Funny This Year
City Theatre’s annual rite of the season Summer Shorts has developed a well-earned reputation for being the dictionary definition of “uneven.” So it’s a relief that this 17th edition is the most consistently funny and entertaining in quite some time.
Promethean’s Swan Song, The Unseen, Is A Hell Of An Exit.
The cruel irony is that The Unseen, the last show before The Promethean Theatre closes its doors forever, is one of the finest productions that the company has mounted in its eight-year history. Craig Wright’s tale depicting two political prisoners tortured in a Kafkaesque dungeon is one of the most incisive explorations of existentialism since Waiting For Godot and No Exit. But the script is elevated to agonizing, visceral life by actors Antonio Amadeo, Andrew Wind and Alex Alvarez, led by the inestimable insight of director Margaret M. Ledford.
Promethean Takes Final Bow “Because It’s Time” — And Lack of Donor Support
In the sense that economics are the root cause, observers might group The Promethean Theatre’s imminent closing with the high profile problems plaguing other South Florida theaters during the past year.
But co-founder Deborah L. Sherman makes a distinction. The eight-year-old theater in Davie is closing in the black, before it owes a dime, and, most important to her, while the quality of its productions allows her colleagues to hold up their heads with pride.
Boeing Boeing Marks Long-Term Partnership For Promethean & Nova’s Theater Department
Book-learning and collegiate productions provide theater students the basics of the craft they hope to follow, but The Promethean Theatre is providing Nova Southeastern University students with real world experience that is far more rigorous and revealing than class work.
Promethean’s Boeing Boeing is a Door-Slamming Chuckle
Boeing Boeing is a 1962 farce with doors that slam, swing, shut slowly, burst open in ones, twos and probably threes. Promethean Theatre and its house director Margaret M. Ledford, benter new territory with an out and out comedy that requires skill and discipline. As proven by the copious laughter in the hall, they acquit themselves well.
Jackie Rivera: An Adult At Last in Caldwell’s New Family Drama After the Revolution
Although she just turned 25, Jackie Rivera s best known locally for a procession of pugnacious characters negotiating late adolescence, but now she has the linchpin role as Emma, the idealistic social activist in Caldwell Theatre Company’s season opener, After the Revolution.
Song of the Living Dead at the Promethean Theatre Company is a Gravely Funny Musical
Audience members who aren’t put off by foul language, frequent blood spatters, gross-out moments such as eating dead bodies, extreme irreverence in the religious sense, sophomoric humor, cheesy lyrics married to peppy showtunes are certain to come out of The Promethean Theatre’s Song of the Living Dead satiated with two hours of dumb mindless fun.
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