To paraphrase the playwright Lope de Vega, and to offer this riveting production the highest compliment of the theatre, Indecent is pretty much just three boards, two actors, and one magnificent, transcendent passion.
Alain Boublil and Claude-Michel Schonberg’s Miss Saigon has taken its second helicopter ride across the Atlantic from London, and landed right back at the Broadway Theatre, where it first set down in 1991 under heavy enemy fire.
This is doubtless going to become the hottest ticket in town, but you are nonetheless here encouraged to snag one by any means possible. I don’t want to overstate myself, but that would be difficult to do: this is a production for the ages, as good as it gets, a performance so exceptional, so overwhelming, you might be lucky enough to see something like it once, maybe twice in a lifetime.
Spring isn’t here yet, but in these seemingly endless, waning days of winter at least New York cabaret fans have reason to rejoice, because John Lloyd Young is back at the Café Carlyle, where he just opened his new show, Here For You, running pretty much for the rest of the month.
Steve Tyrell’s savvy mixture of American Standards and jazzy old holiday chestnuts will play right into that sweet spot for most cabaret fans.
She takes us on a journey that starts with taking out some suitcases, in this instance to illustrate the equivalent of the 93 pounds she lost: two check-in suitcases and a large carry-on, to be exact.
From start to finish, this show was a genuine treat, and you would be well advised to catch this wonderful act before it ends its run on June 11th.
I’ll just say it. I can’t recommend this. I would even encourage you to stop reading this review, so you can avoid wasting any more time on this pointless production.
This production lacks the edge of precision one would expect from a cast with this kind of marquee wattage, tackling a play of this stature.
The play is an impassioned plea for religious tolerance, and its relevance to modern life couldn’t be clearer.
This superb material is heart-felt stuff, sometimes even painful stuff, however jaunty and melodic it might sound, and Stephen Page is connected to it completely.
Fans of the film will enjoy the over-the-top decibel level afforded by the live stage experience, as well as the face-shredding guitar solos, gut-wrenching drum riffs and electric bass and keyboards wizardry that punctuate this joyously unabashed celebration of rock music. What about newcomers to the material? Ditto, though they will probably be astounded to find that these iconic instruments of rock showmanship have been put, quite literally, into the hands of children.
You would have to be a cereal box not to find something to laugh at during this revival of “Ruthless,” with book and lyrics by Joel Paley and music by Marvin Laird, directed by Joel Paley at St. Luke’s Theatre. This shameless musical spoof of backstage Hollywood mother-daughter potboilers (The Bad Seed, Mildred Pierce, Gypsy, All About Eve) is all about getting the laugh.
…whenever the RSC is in town in this kind of force, there is always good reason to rejoice. The company assembled here is a joy to watch, and the number of riveting performances given in Wolf Hall is off the charts.
There are plenty of laughs to be had here, and as I threw in my donation (it’s pay-what-you-can on the way out) I exited the Triple Crown Underground a happier man than I had entered. There is no point, except to entertain people.