Smart move from the Hufflepuffs
“The Hard Part” is a disappointment the way that Let It Be is a disappointment.
IN THE SECOND HALF OF THE 20TH CENTURY, NO DIRECTOR HAS HAD MORE INFLUENCE OR MORE RECOGNITION THAN PETER BROOK
I get that whole Razzle Dazzle thing now
the theme is over done with a twist of rainbow sherbet
filled to the edges with color and sound, beauty and intelligence
it makes you want to break down
it measures truth with fiction in equal measures of unbearable reality and joyful life affirmation
reaches right into the heart of Bangs
It was special to see him in a 1000 seat venue
Springsteen has more than earned his place among this pantheon
it was too quietly enjoyable and intelligent
“They sell every kind of gum except juicy fruit…”
an anemic, cold blooded study in irrelevance
Is she too old?
the speed of time is the meaning of life
This moment in time is a centrifugal force
a gorgeous obsession with art and its aftermath
Theatre is what Harry is born for
It might not be history or historic, but it has a soul of pure (Latin-American) pop.
The Mamet-Pacino partnership sound better on paper than it has proven to be in movies or at the theatre, and the problems is that Pacino is tailor made for Mamet’s rat-a-tat dialogue, it sounds like Pacino and it brings out a certain laziness in Pacino
At the center of the Hamilton’s story is the relationship between Hamilton and Burr. Burr’s motto was “smile more talk less … don’t let them know what you stand for” whereas Hamilton was an outspoken proponent for a strong central government and a modern economic vision and often in opposition with Jefferson and Madison. Hamilton became George Washington’s most trusted adviser and confidant while Burr’s political aspirations were repeatedly thwarted. Burr is often seen looking on contemptuously instead of being invited into “In the Room Where it Happened.”
This speculative fiction is interesting without being enlightening about either the Queen or the Prime Ministers. And to make matters worse, “The Audience” is a lousy play. Oh, it is a fun two hours, for sure, it is just a bad play. It has no arc, it has no crest, it spins its wheels for two hours and then ends.
The first three one acters are terrible, “Babel’s In Arm” about the building of the tower of babel one stone at a time, is “Waiting For Godot” as extended silliness, “Soap Opera” has some amusing puns on washing machines (a man falls in love with his) but is just too bizarre and “The Goodness Of Your Heart” puts goodness versus manners in a seriously flawed debate.
it doesn’t matter how well written the ideas are if you can’t hear them and the magic at the heart of “The Real Thing” is lost. It isn’t there any more. I know what I love in the play because I’ve read it and I’ve seen it, but I wouldn’t have known it from this bad production
The play takes place in India, a quest for the truth behind three paintings of Flora and the truth about her friendship with an Indian artist Nirad Das (Firdous Banji) in 1930, months before her death. In the present (well, in the 1980s), Eleanor is joined by biographer Eldon Pike (Neal Huff) and Nizad’s son Anish (Bhavesh Patel) in a search for the truth behind the paintings.