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Do not go to Actors’ Playhouse’s Murder on the Orient Express expecting the grim locked-room mystery at the heart of the films or the novel. This 2017 edition is penned by the playwright of Lend Me A Tenor. If you can wipe the tone of those earlier efforts from your mind, you will likely find yourself chuckling much of the night at these theater veterans turn the Christie classic into a cute, often quite funny two-hour comedy sketch.
The calendars in South Florida theater are being written in pencil—with erasers. Regional theaters are forging through the Covid spike with no panic and limited public fuss, but with a total lack of certainty of anything—cancelling performances, jettisoning titles, postponing productions a week, a month, a year; inserting swings; and calming ticket buyers by email.
A superb evocation of the soul of Emily Dickinson from actress Margery Lowe and director William Hayes marks the video co-production from Palm Beach Dramaworks and Actors’ Playhouse of The Belle of Amherst, filmed from live performances.
In this time of quarantine, subtle resonances echo the underlying thread of Emily Dickinson’s isolation in Palm Beach Dramaworks and Actors Playhouse’s co-produced filming of the live play, The Belle of Amherst. The one-woman play slated for an early April cyber-release focuses on a multi-faceted depiction of the legendary poet
PART TWO: One month into the nation-wide shutdown of live communal theater due to COVID-19, South Florida companies, like those in so many other regions, are trying to write Act Two with little clue how Act Three will play out. In this first of two parts, leaders from local companies and venues a limn this tale of confident hope and chilling fear, cold balance sheets with seven digits in the red, and blue sky imagining what theater will look like in two, three, 18 months.
PART ONE: One month into the nation-wide shutdown of live communal theater due to COVID-19, South Florida companies, like those in so many other regions, are trying to write Act Two with little clue how Act Three will play out. In this first of two parts, leaders from local companies and venues a limn this tale of confident hope and chilling fear, cold balance sheets with seven digits in the red, and blue sky imagining what theater will look like in two, three, 18 months.
In-depth report: Sets still standing on stages are silent pledges that these productions and theater itself in South Florida will resume – albeit in what many believe will be a different world. But what that cultural world will look like for audiences and artists could not be more uncertain, say theater professionals who have had to rethink and rethink again their plans. It’s different from when other disasters have struck Florida like hurricanes; this one may be open-ended.
Mamma Mia! is another one of those Great Continental Divides in theater: you either love it – or you hate yourself for standing up and clapping along in the final mega-mix medley of infectious earwigs. As proven by Actors’ Playhouse’s full-out production, the damn thing can be a lot of good ol’ fun if you let yourself enjoy it.
As in troubling days in the past, once again farce provides a welcome dose of mindless zaniness that even the real life actors on the world stage cannot not equal. Add the musical mystery Murder For Two as two gifted clowns cavort at Actors’ Playhouse in a manic mélange of kinetic physical comedy, wacky wordplay and unrestrained supreme silliness.
This year’s Carbonells with its all-white roster of winners in the performance and directing categories was simply the boiling point in a discussion that has long simmered behind the curtain of South Florida theater. Where all sides seem to agree is that there isn’t a tremendous amount of work being produced by and for black and Hispanic talent, even though, at least in Miami, they constitute a vast majority population.