Picture me, just this once, wearing a shiny turban anchored with a big paste jewel. I'm sitting before a tiny, round, velvet-covered table, gazing into a crystal ball. The ball is filled with all kinds of swirling pastel lights and a bunch of purple glitter that occasionally morphs into shapes specific to the upcoming theater season: a playbill for a Neil Simon comedy; Damon Dering in a pleather corset; a number of would-be actors shaking their fists... More >>>
Our theater critic can see into the future. No, really.