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Peter Librach, the actor-director-producer-theatrical agent who worked at almost every South Florida theater and remembered by many as the epitome of a nurturing colleague, died Wednesday afternoon at age 64 after battling cancer.
A look back at 2020: Yes, South Florida theater was crippled by the pandemic. But its acolytes remained driven to express their artistry, and patrons remained ravenous for their work. They continued to explore projects, create avenues and seek paychecks with efforts ranged from filmed full-fledged productions to monologues newly penned in bedrooms.
While the Broadway Palm production of Beauty and the Beast at Lauderhill Performing Arts Center will elicit giggles from the kids, this local edition is a surprisingly satisfying evening even for the adults thanks to fine voices, a live band and a cast that is fully invested in the work – not simply overacting for the less demanding children.
Across the face and embedded in the voice of the hero-narrator we can see a drive he can’t ignore, the profound costs and the unequaled joy of creating art in West Boca Theatre Company’s moving production of My Name Is Asher Lev. This tale of a Jewish boy maturing into a world-class painter incisively depicts the considerable price of heeding, pursuing and staying true to an artistic calling.
The first half to two-thirds of the West Boca Theatre Company’s Brighton Beach Memoirs is sincere, but unsubtle and unsatisfying theater. Then this production slowly starts to ramp up with increasingly affecting, occasionally moving performances that you wish had been there in the previous 90 minutes of stage time.
Sometimes the star of the show is the words.. Main Street Players does a credible job bringing life to the comedy 37 Postcards, but its prime virtue is Michael McKeever’s hilarious script, replete with witty lines, classic vaudevillian timing and copious opportunities for actors to do more slow burns than Jack Benny.
GableStage’s rendering of Paula Vogel’s Indecent is freshly distinctive from Rebecca Taichman’s New York staging and from the rapturously received version that Palm Beach Dramaworks delivered last season. It’s not better or worse; it is its own. And its quality takes a back seat to no one.
Lightning Bolt Productions,’ Little Shop of Horrors delivers yet another merry recreation of one of the most amusing small musicals in the canon: an intentionally silly, unapologetically unsubtle hoot. If you haven’t seen in it in a while or, hard to believe, haven’t seen it at all, Lightning Bolt’s ebullient edition is a perfect reason to visit or re-visit Skid Row.
When entering a theater playing a musical you’ve enjoyed numerous times, it’s comforting to open the playbill to find the names of proven talents that reassure that you and the material are in good hands. Names, for instance, like Mike Westrich, Bruce Linser, Mallory Newbrough, Paul Reekie and Jim Ballard – some of the dependable hands delivering a solid entertaining edition of the delightful Little Shop of Horrors from MNM Productions.
Seniors and caretaking Boomers recognize the real pain informing the facile catchphrase “Growing old is not for sissies” – a quality sharing the stage with copious laughs in Broward Stage Door’s production of Neil Simon’s The Sunshine Boys.