I can’t rave enough to adequately convey my excitement and admiration for the new adaptation of “Cyrano de Bergerac” that opened recently at the Fountain Theatre.
They weren’t projecting, they were SHOUTING! And even if they were better actors, the play would still be a lot of frivolous twaddle. It’s “Early and Often,” a play by Barbara Wallace and Thomas R.
Not since Mel Brooks’ outrageous “Springtime for Hitler” has there been a holocaust musical as ill-conceived and badly performed as “No Time to Weep,” now on-stage at L.
Unless you’re an aficionado of the ups and downs of the Russian revolution of the early 20th century, it’s very hard to keep track of the players without a scorecard.
For the second month in a row, you’ve got to make the trip to Ventura, because the Rubicon Theatre has done it again! In February it was Tom Dugan as “Nazi Hunter Simon Wiesenthal," and this month it’s a rambunctious, glorious-voiced cast of 23 singing and dancing in “Hello! My Baby.
Those of us who voted for John Fitzgerald Kennedy in 1960 were fortunate enough to experience the exhilaration, the hope, and the joyful anticipation that his election brought to the nation.
Medvedenko the schoolteacher is in love with Masha, the daughter of the manager of a country estate. Masha is in love with Konstantin, a would-be playwright.
Two men, one in a suit and the other in a sweater, sit side by side in folding chairs in a small auditorium. They are listening to an unseen speaker introducing a new inductee to the Israel Academy of Sciences and Humanities.
If there is a loaded shotgun hanging on the living room wall just below the crucifix, you sort of get a hint of the kind of household you’ve entered. In Martin McDonagh’s play “The Lonesome West,” currently on-stage at the excellent Ruskin Group Theatre in Santa Monica, the household consists of two
A few days ago, Nobel Laureate and Holocaust historian Elie Wiesel appeared on Lawrence O’Donnell’s TV program “The Last Word” to express his outrage at a practice of the Mormon Church.
The name says it all, so be warned. It’s called “Filthy Talk for Troubled Times,” but the “trouble” comes mostly from the play itself. Playwright Neil LaBute revels in writing long boring monologues: in “Wrecks” Ed Harris stands over his wife’s coffin and bemoans her loss for the full length of the
They’re having a bugfest at the Santa Monica Pier, and it has nothing to do with sand fleas. It’s the dazzling Cirque du Soleil production “OVO,” a festival of whimsical bugs doing what bugs, and Cirque performers, do best: climbing, slithering, swinging, jumping, crawling and bouncing.
