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2015 produced a wild variety of snapshots to paste in the theatrical scrapbooks: a male Dolly Levi, a homicidal dimwit slicing carrots, a kidnapper forcing her captives to learn nonsense, a tsunami engulfing a Japanese village, a green-gunked survivor of toxic sludge singing love songs to his blind librarian girlfriend. You know, just another year for regional theater in South Florida.
Actors Playhouse’s production of The Trial of Ebenezer Scrooge has a talented cast working hard under the direction of David Arisco, but good grief, what a waste of the resources of Mark Brown’s lame script. For one hours and forty minutes (including intermission), the audiences waits and waits for a single new riff in the Scrooge story, even a shred of logic explaining Brown’s basic premise.
Harvey Fierstein’s thought-provoking Casa Valentina play at GableStage explores is that sexuality as an infinitely varied stew of preferences, prejudices and other ingredients in varied measures
Sex, despite the title at GableStage, and despite the plot, is not what Cock is about. And guess what? It’s sexy. It’s very sexy. But this is a story about love, labels and the pressure society puts on persons to make decisions about both.
Avi Hoffman’s performance as a troubled writer, struggling to deal with success but escape his past, is one of the virtues in the promising but flawed inaugural offering from Parade Productions, a professional company performing in Mizner Park. There’s a lot of talent here working very hard, but not a lot of electricity emanating from the elegiac, mildly funny, mildly moving tale.
In a play comprised primarily of complex insights articulated at the audience for nearly 90 minutes, what many people remember most about GableStage’s production of Red is a scene without words.
By Bill Hirschman One of the few unspoken tenets of painter Mark Rothko’s cosmology in John Logan’s play Red is that creating art is the highest and holiest purpose of human life. In GableStage’s fine edition, Rothko struts and strides …