But director Austin Pendleton’s production too often makes this world grotesque.
Tennessee Williams’ wrote his female characters with compassion—why can’t the director see it?
I disagree with many of Sam Gold’s directorial ideas—yet I’ve never seen a production that feels so devastatingly right.
When I wrote recently about John Lahr’s marvelous Tennessee Williams: Mad Pilgrimage of the Flesh, I didn’t mention one of its odder […]
What a daunting biographical subject Tennessee Williams must be! For starters, his oeuvre – surely one of the greatest in American theatre – is also […]
“It’s not a theatre town.” As a kid in Los Angeles, I routinely heard this from pundits and friends. Like so many […]
Among my favorite writers (in any language, in any genre), there’s a special place for Tennessee Williams. Of course, like theater goers […]