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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.
Intriguing premises are the jumping off points for the nine flights of theatrical whimsy in City Theatre’s annual festival of short plays, Summer Shorts. While no discernable thread runs through the disparate works, the deftly comic playlets are shot through with a striation of poignancy, and the moving entries are leavened with flashes of humor.
Professionalism is the only explanation why this much talent—the cream of South Florida theater from the director to the cast to the creative team — invested itself so deeply into the flawed frippery of The Book Club Play at Actors’ Playhouse.
Palm Beach Dramaworks’ Buried Child is not a pleasant evening of entertainment; it’s more of scathing abrasion therapy that purges the mental palate with fare that is as harrowing as a plow etching a deep gash in the land. But it is theater at its best.
Director J. Barry Lewis has a way of approaching a play like Sam Shepard’s Buried Child, the Pulitzer Prize-winning work that gets a staging by Palm Beach Dramaworks beginning March 27 and through the month of April.
Mad Cat Theatre’s daffy deconstruction of a 1966 Neil Simon The Star Spangled Girl elicited plenty of laughs, but the schizophrenic clashing of styles didn’t land as strongly as anyone hoped
Mad Cat Theatre Company’s approaching 15th anniversary is cause to assess its place in the local arts scene. Mad Cat may not have been the first company in South Florida to produce the thespian equivalent of rock n’ roll theater. But it was among the first and it remains the sole survivor of that vanguard.
The South Florida Theatre League has announced its 2014 Remy Awards recognizing outstanding service and pioneering efforts in the development of the arts in the region.
After a half-century of sympathetic portraits of Hedda Gabler as a woman suffocating in a sexist societal straightjacket, Miami Theater Center gives us a cool, manipulative, self-centered creature whose primary complaint is she’s bored.
The magic of serendipity: It’s difficult to imagine — without being boxed into it as Miami Theater Company was — how an artistic director would thematically put together a season encompassing Hedda Gabler and The Seven Year Itch.