The grand and largely theoretical joke of All About Me—the dueling-divas Broadway concert starring Michael Feinstein and Dame Edna Everage that opened at Henry Miller’s Theatre late last week—is that both performers believe the show, like their usual gigs, to be a solo act.
The concept for this paired show is credited to Mr. Feinstein Read More
Suzan-Lori Parks is amazing to me. The original mind and heart of this dramatist who writes like no other has been celebrated more than once in this column. But this is the thing: We cannot predict the stories she’ll tell us or even how she’ll tell them. Perhaps she herself doesn’t know-until, that is, she Read More
It’s rare and so very touching when a playwright is called up onstage to receive our applause. The curtain call belongs to the actors, a timeless tradition. The poor old, unrecognized, unheralded playwright can usually be seen, if seen at all, cowering at the back of the theater. But wonderful things happen sometimes.
At the Read More
To quote the lusty lyric from the much-loved The Scarlet Pimpernel , “So it’s into the fire we go!” Here, then, are my theater awards for the past season and my wishes for the new.
The award for the worst introduction to any show in the history of theater goes to Spalding Gray. At the Read More
A few seasons ago, when I saw Suzan-Lori Parks’ The America Play , her extraordinary tragedy of the American Dream, I wrote that there was no dramatist like her at work in theater today. If there was a more compelling talent on either side of the Atlantic, I didn’t know of it. That’s still the Read More
