What better way to start a June 16th then listening to the likes of Honor Molloy, Aedin Moloney, Terry Donnelly and Fiona Walsh reading from Joyce’s Ulysses.
Do we need this caution light to shine on us? No. We got it. But if you want to be reminded of what you are fighting for, marching for, then the play will do exactly that, remind you of the facts of the fight.
Mobile Unit’s TWELFTH NIGHT by William Shakespeare and directed by Saheem Ali is devil-may-care production, hysterically funny, rapid fire acting at a neck breaking pace and that is all for free.
You wanna see a show that is completely INNOVATIVE and INSPIRING, where you can share the experience with your children, where after you can go for sushi and discuss how good you feel, how much FUN you just had, how you have to make sure that all your friends and their children GO AND SEE it and feel the same great way you do
We all know the story, remember the images of the birds, the gulls and pelicans, the turtles and other sea life covered in oil. We remember the oil spread across the Gulf of Mexico, a coating of slime and gunk destroying everything around it and beneath it, as the winds pushed it closer and closer to shore.
The play flies by on the wings of lightning and thunder due to the smart, fast, clever, hilarious dialogue of Steven Levenson, the carefully choreographed staging of Daniel Sullivan and the amazing performances of this ensemble. Everyone is perfect…
“Fish Men” is a thinking person’s play. It has a direct correlation to what is happening in our world today: vengeance, worldwide genocide, religious and government damnation and retribution…
In YEN it is the quiet, painful moments of longing where the writer, actors and director all shine. That light is the light we hold up in darker moments for direction and hope.
Mr. Wallace’s story and his telling of it put all of us in the soul of the young black man he is portraying.
Richard Greenberg is a master of word wars. Intelligent, clever word wars! As we ruminate in the mire of writer’s block with all the characters, he uses his words to entice riots of religious ideologies, of lives lived simple and the beauty of that simplicity, of writers blocks in living life and writing and being. …but – we want emotional connections – especially when there is so much promise – emotionally we were left stranded on the boarding platform, hoping for another train to come our way.
Horton Foote’s The Roads To Home is a poem for all of us to keep in our pockets and carry with us.
This is not a performance but a channeling, a conjuring, a bewitching.
Theatre is hard.
It’s a collaboration of people – with ideas and personalities and different ways of working. Bringing it all together and creating a cohesive production is difficult.
Chekov is hard.
His nuances, his undertones, are so subtle and delicate that they can be missed, or worse pushed, forced and turned into a mess.
This is our second time seeing a Mobile Unit production and I am glad to have such an important Company in our city.