reclining standards

REVIEW: Songs of Mirth & Triumph Sing — Ying Fang at PCMS (for Parterre Box)

Pretty is its own reward, but it has its limits. This recital showed both.

Director Eric Tucker’s production seems like an exercise in “épater la bourgeoisie” smart ass-ness.

I’ve heard starrier performances, but none that made a more powerful case for this masterwork.

With predictably Eurotrashy design elements, playwright/director Simon Stone reduces Euripides to soap opera.

Days later, I’m playing over scenes in my mind—loving some, scratching my head over others.

Cameron and David consider Lucy Kirkwood’s taut drama that considers how society reacts to a fallout of its own making.

Politics and culture here are ultimately filler, suggesting but not delivering dramatic weight.

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.