There are few of us born before 1965 who wouldn’t have given our eyeteeth to be a fly on the wall of the Lincoln Room on August 7, 1974, when, on the fateful eve of Richard Nixon’s resignation, the about-to-be-former president summoned Secretary of State Henry Kissinger for a late-night…
About halfway through Sister Amnesia’s Country Western Nunsense Jamboree, one of the characters turns to the audience after a particularly unfunny line and bellows, “Hey, folks, it doesn’t get much better than this.” She isn’t kidding. Dan Goggin’s second sequel to Nunsense, his far-too-frequently produced 1985 off-Broadway hit, is either…
I may see another show this season that I like as well as Raised in Captivity, but I doubt it. With this production, the folks at Planet Earth Theatre have succeeded in untangling the extravagant imagination of playwright Nicky Silver, and have spun his words into a comedy that’s alternately…
There’s a character in Pearl Cleage’s Blues for an Alabama Sky who repeatedly shouts “Let the good times roll!” throughout the more-than-90-minute-long first act. That line became my mantra as well, at a matinee performance of Arizona Theatre Company’s production of this show last Sunday. By the time intermission rolled…
Audiences for Actors Theatre of Phoenix’s newest catastrophe may exit the theater feeling they’ve missed something more than a good time. Gunmetal Blues is so fast-paced that it’s tough to keep up with its cartload of clues and myriad references to old movies. Unfortunately, the show’s breakneck pacing doesn’t disguise…
I have a recurring nightmare: I’m seated in a crowded theater where, up on the stage, a little girl is singing about poverty while flash pots burst gaily all around her. A helicopter suddenly appears, and the child grabs the landing gear and is lifted off the stage just as…
An open letter to the man in seat E-103 on opening night of Phoenix Theatre’s production of Golf With Alan Shepard: Dear Sir, You seemed awfully unhappy the other night. I was sitting just behind you, and I could hear your disgruntled sighs; I could see you fidget and shake…
I’d like to see Kathleen Butler, one of our better local comic actors, perform in her own one-woman show. She’d be swell in Jane Wagner’s The Search for Signs of Intelligent Life in the Universe, or in one of those comedy revues where she could, as they used to say,…
Edward Albee’s A Delicate Balance is a literate, witty and enormously challenging piece of theater, as proved by several dreary film and stage versions (most notably Albee’s own 1973 movie starring Katharine Hepburn). Albee’s 1967 Pulitzer Prize-winning play flopped on Broadway, then gathered dust on a shelf until an acclaimed…
With this review, I join the cacophony of critics and flacks heralding the latest tribute to George and Ira Gershwin. The Gershwins’ Fascinating Rhythm, a new musical revue that’s parked briefly at the Herberger Theater Center on its way to Broadway, is the most impressive, most opulent staging of Gershwin…
On the day after Christmas, I found myself at Circus Flora, a spectacle I opted for over yet another Neil Simon comedy at the Herberger. Circus Flora, performed in a big, plastic tent in Scottsdale, began with an unscheduled performance by me: Singled out by the clown for not having…
If there were any real justice in the world, Larry Shue would be considered the greatest comedy writer of the American theater, and Neil Simon would be a ribbon clerk. Instead, professional stages the world over continue to groan under the weight of Simon’s comedies, while Shue is–well, he’s dead…
There’s no synopsizing Gus Edwards’ new play. Four Walls’ brief, unformed trio of scenes whizzes by like the trailer for a bad movie–one with no budget or much of a story. And the fact that this wan one-act is playing in repertory with Michael Grady’s passionate The Raising of the…
Someone asked me the other day what I want for Christmas, and I didn’t have to think very long before replying that I want no one in Arizona–no one in the world–to make the mistake of attending the horrible play I sat through the other night in Mesa. I had…
If they’d been written today, the Tyrone clan of Eugene O’Neill’s Long Day’s Journey Into Night would be just another dysfunctional family whose shrieking harangues would be best appreciated by a Jerry Springer audience. The more refined crowd that came to see this infamous family at the Herberger Theater Center…
These days, the best way to get a laugh in the theater is to hum the theme song from Laverne and Shirley. But references to my favorite sitcoms were still not enough to mask my discomfort while I watched talented people wrestle bad material to the ground. In Mixed Company’s…
Anyone who’s seen choreographer David Rousseve’s dances broadcast on PBS or live in Arizona in the past several years knows he likes to populate the stage like it’s a small town. As he did in Urban Scenes/Creole Dreams at Gammage in 1994 and, more recently, in Dry Each Other’s Tears…
A pair of plays that hovers tantalizingly between success and failure caught my attention this past weekend. Both of them are commentaries on racial discrimination, and each is well-written and–unfortunately, in their Phoenix debuts–inexpertly directed. Black Theatre Troupe’s Avenue X, now playing at the Helen K. Mason Center for the…
I figured I wouldn’t like Barry Williams. I expected that if I didn’t find him personally repellent, I’d at least hate his performance in The Music Man, which I saw last weekend in Tucson, and which opened in Phoenix on October 20. I don’t have anything against Williams, who’s best…
There are worse things to do than sit through a boring history lesson–like attending a dismal comedy trying to pass itself off as a history lesson. A pair of plays that plunder the past opened on neighboring stages at Herberger Theater Center last week. Actors Theatre of Phoenix’s The Complete…
The first weekend of the theater season looked like show business as usual. Phoenix Theatre was kicking off its 78th year with another tried-and-true musical; Theater Works was tackling a show beyond its limited means; and Planet Earth was providing its usual quirky, black-box alternative to both of the above…
I once interviewed a film actress who was attempting a comeback with her own television show. “I always tell people that I do this for the art, for the love of the craft, all that hogwash,” she told me. “The truth is, I started practicing my acceptance speech when I…
