REVIEW: At the Academy of Music, Anastasia Lays a Fabergé Egg
The audience at this vulgar show doesn’t care about Russian History. What they want is AnastasiaTM.
University administrator and teacher by day, theater and arts critic by night.
The audience at this vulgar show doesn’t care about Russian History. What they want is AnastasiaTM.
A beloved and very human story here has the glossy sheen of a theme park ride.
At Classic Stage, this pallid imitation of Brecht & Weill meets a director with the same aesthetic.
Rodgers and Hart’s 1938 dance musical proves impossible to resuscitate.
Scott Ellis’s busy production puts Porter’s sublime musical between a rock and a hard place.
In their best moments, the mezzo and pianist Ted Sperling were near-ideal Bernstein-isti.
What R. B. Schlather’s visually arresting production has to do with the opera remains a mystery.
For sheer charm, I doubt this production will be equaled this year, or for many to come.
Fine voices and musical values here far outshine a cliché-ridden production.
Perhaps unintentionally, Rick Foster’s hagiographic one-hander captures just what’s wrong with America’s most beloved actress.