Stormy weather prompts me to run around and gather cut flowers that might be pummeled in a heavy rainstorm. Peony and poppy flowers often shatter in heavy rain.
Julianne Boyd’s company, located in Pittsfield, is the only one of the county’s five principal theater companies to make a move to bring live theater back into play this year.
There’s nothing like being at the theater, seeing performances like this live, but as Sondheim writes in “With So Little to Be Sure Of”: “we had a moment, a wonderful moment.”
Having seen the original on Broadway and cherishing much of what I could recall, I was hoping for a passing good show here, but the director and her actors have given me so much more than that.
There is a cautionary environmental tale in 'Falls Springs,' and highfalutin moral lessons, too, but it’s all played so broadly, it’s just plain silly.
Though I hadn't been anticipating much from a 1978 flop show, I had a wonderful time with this production and definitely appreciated its multiple messages so very appropriate to our times.
She returned to New York at the age of 19 shortly before the German occupation of Denmark. Her Broadway performances included “One Touch of Venus,” “Brigadoon,” “Miss Liberty,” “Call Me Madam,” “Guys and Dolls,” “Finian’s Rainbow,” “Rodeo” and “After the Ball.”
'I love all the music of our lives: the show tunes, the country, the blues, the opera, the jazz. It’s all related, the way we are all related.' -- Wanda Houston
The very 1960s appeal of the piece was maintained, with a very 2018 sensibility bringing it up-to-date in feel while leaving things as they were written more than 50 years ago.
A graduate of Juilliard, Audra McDonald has appeared in as many performance settings as there are performance settings (Broadway musicals, television, movies, you name it).
'Some Old Black Man' is, on one level, about the black experience. But the essential concept is universal, one for which any adult who has had to care for an aging parent can easily summon buckets of empathy.
The sun had set over the Jersey skyline. From the roof, she could see the mighty Hudson River. Technicolor pinks, oranges, and periwinkle. Even if it was pollution, what a show. She took another hit.
Installment 10, the Penthouse: Leah scrutinized her face in the mirror. She didn’t look like either of her parents. Maybe she was born to one of those relatives who got gassed by Hitler. A refugee changeling. It probably wasn’t true, but she never felt part of her own family.
