Oh, dear. And I was so looking forward to seeing Elaine May’s new comedy, too. Most of the rest of you — those of you unfortunate enough to have gone to see this dismal flop at Arizona Theater Company earlier this week or last —were probably more interested in seeing…
Is the Phantom of the Opera a ghost with supernatural powers, or is he just your typical freaky, deformed cellar-dweller who skulks around the opera house playing scary, steampunky tricks to manipulate the management into doing his bidding? That’s just one of the details I shouldn’t reveal to anyone who’s never seen the Andrew Lloyd…
Last summer, I took advantage of time alone in a friend’s lovely Seattle home to curl up and read several books from his home library, including Jennifer Michael Hecht’s The Happiness Myth. It looks at how modern life stresses and drains us and identifies five tried-and-true historic aspects of human…
The Smell of the Kill is an awful name for a play, especially one as smartly written as Michele Lowe’s tart black comedy, now on display at Algonquin Theater in Peoria. The story concerns three 21st-century wives stuck in pre-feminist marriages; each has a husband who’s lacking in some real…
Scotty Jeffers, a talented and popular Valley actor and musician who’d graced our stages continuously ever since his Washington High School days, died suddenly Saturday night, October 31, at the age of 38, from what friends were told was cardiac arrest triggered by a pulmonary embolism. He had just completed…
A new educational performance company is in town, scaring your kids and introducing them to actual literature. And they are kicking ass at it, based on the public performances of Poe that Arizona Curriculum Theater is currently presenting at Soul Invictus. (The Emily Dickinson programming in their catalog might not be as…
Peter Sinn Nachtrieb’s creationist comedy about the end of the world is, excuse the pun, built for disaster. Apocalyptic commentaries on theories of evolution tend not to go over big, and Boom is as funny as it is smart — always a dangerous combination when one is attempting to entertain…
Tap-dancing has become kind of a specialty thing, though maybe I’m the only person who ever found it mainstream. Anyway, you don’t see tap numbers frequently, and sometimes when you do see one, the shoes don’t all have taps on them and the orchestra plays really loud so you can’t…
Last week, we talked about Curtains (the musical mystery) here in Curtains (the online theater review column at PHXmusic.com). In another of those crazy coincidences, this week’s review is of another thriller (but without songs) by one of Curtains’ (the play’s) several authors, Rupert Holmes, who was, for decades, best known for writing…
The Kite Runner has finally received the adaptation it deserves. Its Arizona Theater Company production, now flying high at the Herberger, trumps the inferior 2007 film version of Khaled Hosseini’s bestselling novel, thanks to a faithful translation by playwright Matthew Spangler and graceful direction by ATC’s artist director David Ira…
Laura Durant Rusty Ferracane plays Cioffi in Curtains. If this is your first visit to this particular blog feature, I should probably point out that it’s always called “Curtains” — we thought it was a cool name for a theater review column — but this week the play I saw is also called…
It’s always been rough to be a teenager (or to know one), but up until about 50 years ago, you could count on going to war, marrying young, and/or working your butt off for a living to distract you from hormonal storms, existential angst, and the cruel disappointment of finding…
David Vining is many things: theater director, dialect coach, university professor. In Stray Cat Theater’s new production of Blackbird, Vining reminds us that he’s also a fine actor. His rather estimable job in this one-act, written by David Harrower and directed by Stray Cat founder Ron May, is to create…
One of my favorite “little musicals” ever, ever, ever is Oil City Symphony. I could eat eggplant Parmigiana and watch that show for five, six days in a row and not need another diversion. You don’t see Oil City produced a lot these days, maybe partly because the four original cast members all…
No one really doubts that professional entertainers are as maddeningly human as the rest of us. Nevertheless, the nostalgic farces of contemporary playwright Ken Ludwig mine comic gold from pondering that mystery. Typically, two groups of characters bump both literally and figuratively into each other: talented, worn-out, disillusioned “stars” and…
If, as the saying goes, no news is good news, then this year’s theater season is nothing but good news. Great news, in fact, for those of us who don’t like our plays and musicals to do much of anything new or different. Magnificent news for anyone worried that local…
The theater season has officially begun in our little cultural sweatbox, and that means more of the musicals have live orchestras again. This is great news, and it makes Theater Works’ current production of Camelot just that much less dreary. The score has great, popular, memorable songs that audience members…
The funniest thing I saw the other night at Broadway Palm Dinner Theatre wasn’t up on stage, but rather in the men’s room. As I stood in the lavatory stall, relinquishing the two gin-and-tonics that had made getting through another cheeseball musical slightly less painful, I noticed a butter knife…
It’s been 25 years this summer since Denver talk-radio host Alan Berg was murdered in his own driveway by one of his white-supremacist anti-fans. Eric Bogosian’s 1987 play Talk Radio, partly based on Berg’s career, just opened at Chyro Arts Venue, serving an unsettling blend of nostalgia, activism, and respectable…
Oh, my. 1960 (and what passed for groundbreaking then) was a very long time ago, wasn’t it? The longest-running musical ever in the whole world, The Fantasticks, manages to make that very clear while still demonstrating what made it so popular. (Some of that success has got to be mere…
I’m not a big Rent fan. I know: It’s a musical theater milestone; it single-handedly revived the sung-through musical; its monster success here and abroad introduced a whole new generation to musical theater. It won the Pulitzer Prize, four Tony awards, and a half-dozen Drama Desk Awards. Blah blah blah…
I like music. I like theater. I’ve found that I even like musical theater at least some of the time. But the “revue” genre of theater is a kind of torture, as far as I’m concerned. I’d love to spend an evening listening to an excellent vocalist working through just…
