Already a byword for spectacular failure, David and Cameron find the movie of CATS even worse than expected.
Judith Ivey offers a performance of raw, unflinching honesty across the story’s increasingly bleak three hours.
This musical is as manicured as the kind of Stepfordian society the material supposedly rails against.
A conceptual misstep frustratingly dilutes and distracts from an often rewarding musical performance.
It’s not difficult to make an audience weep. But artists have a responsibility to not overuse that power.
They came, saw, and conquered… and I hope they return soon.
The Berta (mezzo-soprano Emily Damasco) runs away with the show.
This beguiling little musical is a show that could and can… and I sure as hell hope it does!
The production is a mixed bag, but it shows the high vocal standard of AVA’s current artists.
Like any good gay theatergoers, we seek out Tennessee Williams revivals with the fervor of truffle-sniffing pigs.