<cite>Forbidden City West</cite>, reviewed by Marc Miller
Forbidden City West has plenty to sing about, but its musical voice is curiously, frustratingly muted.
Forbidden City West has plenty to sing about, but its musical voice is curiously, frustratingly muted.
Step right up and see the lady with the huge talent.
Liz Callaway turns in acting so adroitly modulated she doesn't seem to be acting at all.
There is one reason to see Kari Floren's mediocre play: Rosemary Prinz.
Imagine sitting in the classroom of a liberal arts college with a young, newly minted professor prepared to impart all her precious analysis of Shakespeare's women to her students.
Jeremy Lawrence has "arranged and performed" this 70-minute piece about Tennessee Williams in the years following his last big critical and box-office success.
Go ahead and ask what the best act of the year's first half is. Why, it's the Fabulous Pink Flamingos, those perpetual senior-class cutups.
Like most short-play fests, attending East Village Chronicles is a lot like being 5 and eating a bowl of Lucky Charms: You spend most of the time wondering why it isn't all marshmallows.
Michael Stuhlbarg does show some zany energy during the mad scenes, and there is a manic excitement in his mercurial mood swings, but these flashes of fire fail to ignite his overall soggy, …
Robert Attenweiler's play takes the 1930s crime-fiction world of femme fatales, conniving evildoers, and hardboiled, whiskey-drinking heroes and follows it with the most unlikely chaser: clo…
Dan Trujillo's playful but only semicoherent comedy defies easy pigeonholing, but I suppose "theological sketch-comedy cabaret with sock puppets" more or less covers it.
The worlds of three unhappy souls tragically collide in Ron Fitzgerald's Safe, a trio of interconnecting monologues filled with pungent lyricism.
Lucy Briers, helped by nuanced work from director Toby Frow, shows us many facets of a complex, occasionally irritating woman in Samuel Adamson's one-woman play.
While "The Raven" may ultimately prove unsatisfying, Ellen Stewart proves she still has plenty of multicultural tricks up her sleeve.
From its opening question, "What happened to your eye?," Philip Ridley's 85-minute intermissionless two-hander bristles with authenticity.
In laboring for universality, this "Doll's House" merely achieves randomness.
Each of the brief one-acts on this double bill features a pair of women engaged in conflict.
Lisa B. Thompson's "Single Black Female" seems perfectly suited for the post-"Sex and the City" woman and owns up to that fact early on.
"The Gondoliers" is a large and lovely lagniappe, a surprising coda, a rare treat for even hard-core fans of Gilbert and Sullivan.
It's almost impossible to take the play seriously on its own terms -- a little like watching theatre by someone who still thinks the earth is flat.
Alanna Ubach is a highly watchable actor, and she gives full rein to her considerable skills for characterization in her one-woman show.
These Tony nominees have proven themselves on Broadway. Will Hollywood tap them for the big and small screen?
Actor W. Allen Taylor has turned his youthful quest to discover first his father's identity and then what sort of man he was into a compelling and suspenseful one-man vehicle.
We can't get a whole life story told in 45 minutes, but, as Ossie Davis' "Curtain Call, Mr. Aldridge, Sir" proves, you can achieve its essence. If you care about theatre history, don't miss …
Flaws notwithstanding, composer Howard Goodall's unique sound palette, the work's earnest integrity, and the show's place in West End theatre lore make this production worth investigating.