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The world premiere of Joseph McDonough’s Ordinary Americans needs more work but it has enough promise and fine performances at Palm Beach Dramaworks that it’s worth the effort. The story of indomitable broadcast icon Gertrude Berg fighting the plague of the blacklist in the 1950s carries a clear warning to audiences today.
The House of Blue Leaves gets as funny and touching a production from Palm Beach Dramaworks as anyone can ask for. Its virtues include superb direction, a flawless creative team and a wall-to-wall cast of actor-clowns willing to bury themselves inside the off-kilter and flawed characters.
Edgar & Emily, the premiere at Palm Beach Dramaworks, is a fascinating and funny fantasia about Edgar Allan Poe visiting Emily Dickinson late one night dragging his coffin behind him. Joseph McDonough’s wry play examines sensitive introspective artists’ challenge to be fully alive in the ever-present shadow of death – an evening laced with copious quips and witty banter.
Emily Dickinson is huddling in her bed when Edgar Allen Poe barges into her bedroom pulling his coffin behind him. This is even stranger than it sounds since Poe is believed to have died about 15 years earlier. Such is opening of the world premiere, Edgar and Emily, opening this weekend at Palm Beach Dramaworks.
Raging family dysfunction played against an equally volatile backdrop of social upheaval makes for two seemingly separate but brilliantly acted and directed plays united in GableStage’s production of If I Forget — the emotional equivalent of a skiff tossed about in a raging tempest in the middle of a wintry ocean.
Palm Beach Dramaworks’ production of Arcadia is Tom Stoppard’s love letter to the miracle of human intelligence’s pursuit of learning — with a gentle jab at the hubris of those who are so taken with that pursuit.
Critics and award judges have been talking about it for weeks: The sheer amount of high quality work has made evaluating the last 12 months unusually challenging, but also an opportunity to remember one of the most rewarding calendar years in recent memory. So here’s a supremely subjective stab by all three critics here at Florida Theater On Stage at recognizing the shows and performances that stood out from a pack of productions.
Okay, yes, Hand to God has cute obscenity-spouting puppets having sex on stage, but the similarities to Avenue Q stops dead right there. This scorchingly funny and aggressively irreverent play at GableStage is a pitch black comedy about using the fiction of religion to rationalize and excuse the baser natural instincts of Mankind.
Gina Gionfriddo’s Rapture, Blister, Burn is rooted in an wry examination of post-feminism. But Zoetic Stage’s finely wrought comedy-drama goes much farther and deeper in examining the complex interrelationship of dreams, choices, responsibilities and consequences applicable to human beings of all sexes.
With its novelistic heft, lumbering pace and large cast, the 1953 Picnic is a product of its time. But rather than reproduce a propulsive Picnic for impatient 21st century audiences, Palm Beach Dramaworks’ interpretation deftly colors around the edges of the main storyline, spelunking the script’s peripheral action for new revelations about Inge’s mid-century, middle-class, Middle-American strivers.