Theater

REVIEW: In Adam Rapp’s The Sound Inside: Did I Mention They’re at Yale?

By the time we’re meant to care deeply about these characters, I’d had more than enough of them.

At its most antic, this production looks less like Buried Child than Buried… with Children.

Like any good gay theatergoers, we seek out Tennessee Williams revivals with the fervor of truffle-sniffing pigs.

So much doctrine; so little insight.

A character-driven, wryly humorous play gets a production often mired in sitcom glibness.

Seeing this exercise in naval-gazing on the eve of impeachment feels like the theatrical equivalent of fiddling while Rome burns.

It’s as if the show has gone from the page to the stage… and back again to the page.

If this production has an astronomy lesson to teach us, it’s that lightning doesn’t strike twice.

Tina Satter’s 70 minute play is disturbingly effective, even as it raises questions about the nature of documentary theater.

For better and worse, Lantern Theater’s production charms rather than alienates us.