Tracy Letts' August Osage County
The Music Box Theater
Osage County won the Pulitzer Prize and
New York Drama Critics Circle Awards
R. Williams' March Theater Column
I saw only
one play last month, The Steppenwolf Theatre
Company's production of Tracy Letts' August
Osage County. August was written
by Tracy Letts (off Bug and
Killer Joe fame) and directed by Anna
D. Shapiro. August stars: Ian Barford as
Little Charles Aiken (Cousin); Deanna Dunagan
as Violet Weston; Kimberly Guerrero as Johnna
Monevata (Housekeeper); Francis Guinan as
Charlie Aiken (Uncle); Brian Kerwin as Steve
Heidebrecht (Karen’s Fiancé);
Dennis Letts as Beverly Weston; Madeline
Martin as Jean Fordham (Granddaughter);
Mariann Mayberry as Karen Weston (Youngest
Daughter); Amy Morton as Barbara Fordham
(Eldest Daughter); Sally Murphy as Ivy Weston
(Middle Daughter); Jeff Perry as Bill Fordham
(Barbara’s Husband); Rondi Reed as
Mattie Fae Aiken (aunt).
I am a big fan of Tracy Letts. I reviewed
Bug the play and Bug the
movie. Both were excellent and were covered
in my June
2007 Theater Column.
Bug was witty
and eerie and had supernatural elements,
so I was expecting something of the same
genre with Lett’s new play. Well,
I was certainly surprised. August Osage
County may be set in heartland like
Bug, but there the similarities
end. August Osage County is one
of the most brutally realistic plays I have
ever seen. It is also one of the most brilliant.
August Osage County
tells the story of the Weston family, a
family headed by a paterfamilias, the (failed?)
poet Beverly Weston. When the play opens
we see Beverly, a talkative older man, interviewing
a taciturn young American Indian woman,
Johnna (played by Kimberly Guerrero) for
the job of family housekeeper. He tells
her that her main duty will be to care for
his wife, Violet (played by Deanna Dugan),
who has mouth cancer and needs to be driven
to her doctor’s appointments. He also
tells her that his wife does not believe
in air conditioning (it is August in Oklahoma!!!)
and that he and his wife have struck a bargain
in life – he drinks and she takes
In the next scene we find
out that Beverly has disappeared and the
extended family has been summoned to “help.”
First to arrive is Violet’s sister,
Mattie (the hysterically funny Rondi Reed).
Mattie is talking to her husband Charlie
(played by Francis Guinan) and she proceeds
to give the audience some of the funniest
exposition I have ever heard. She verbally
dices and fillets all the expected family
members and informs both Charlie and the
audience just who is expected to arrive
Already on the scene is
the middle daughter Ivy (Sally Murphy).
Ivy has never left town and is simply appalled
that her father has left and now she will
have to deal with her mother. But that is
not all Ivy will have to deal with. Soon
afterwards, the other two daughters, Barbara
(played by Amy Morton) and Karen (played
by Mariann Mayberry). And with the two daughters
come additional baggage, Barbara’s
husband Bill (played by Jeff Perry), Barbara’s
precocious pot-smoking fourteen-year-old
daughter Jean (played by Madeline Martin)
and Jean’s new pedophile boyfriend,
Steve (played by Brian Kerwin).
The program for August
Osage County has a family tree of the Weston
family, complete with photos of all the
cast members (there are thirteen of them).
But thirteen or not, it would take more
than twelve additional cast members to handle
Mamma Violet Weston.
When we first see Mamma
Violet, she carefully creeps down the stairs
of Todd Rosenthal’s excellent set.
She actually appears harmless; an old woman
suffering from cancer whose husband has
gone missing. Well, when Beverly hired someone
to “take care” of his wife,
perhaps he should have considered hiring
Britney’s body guards. Over the course
of the next two and a half hours of the
play (the play is over three hours long),
Mamma proceeds to verbally destroy everyone
who has come to “help” her.
Anyone who has ever dreaded their own Thanksgiving
dinner should see this play and its family
dinner simply to get a little perspective.
The apple, however, has
not fallen far from the tree and we quickly
find out that Mamma’s oldest daughter,
Barbara, would be perfectly capable of getting
Hannibal’s elephants across the Alps,
killing any and all who get in her way.
And Barbara’s eerily precocious daughter
Jean is no victim either. It may be hotter-than-hell
and there may be pills, booze and a pedophile
on-the-loose, but the Westons family produces
warrior women. And Johnna, the housekeeper,
delivers a few whacks too.
Tracy Letts wrote an astounding
script for August Osage County. The
characters in this play may have learned
"to wit" before they learned to
walk, but they are all rawly human. The
play has been beautifully directed by Anna
D. Shapiro. The show is also blessed with
a fabulous set by Todd Rosenthal and an
original music score by David Singer. But
even with all of these advantages, the play
could have easily floundered. It is over
three hours long and has a cast of thirteen
actors. If any one of these actors had not
held their own, the show could have dragged.
But every actor in this cast gave a wonderful
performance and watching them duke it out
on stage was a theatrical experience I hope
to remember forever.
On a sad note, Michael
McGuire has just taken over the role of
Beverly Weston. The part had previously
been played by Dennis Letts (Tracy Lett’s
father), who died last week.
Tickets are $26.50-$99.50
and can be ordered by phone at 212-239-6200
& 800-432-7250. Tickets can also be
ordered online at telecharge.com.
For more information,
log onto augustonbroadway.com
The Music Box Theater
|239 West 45th Street, New York, NY 10036.
Jill Eickenberry and David Kolowitz
Enter Laughing, The Musical
Photo Credit Carol Rosegg
Laughing, The Musical
Previews begin September 3, 2008
Opening Night September 10th
Now Extended Through October 26th
The Theatre at Saint Peter's
Funny After All These Years
by William S. Gooch
It is very difficult to
make stock characters funny and relevant,
especially when the caricatures are decades
old. For example, most people are familiar
with the overbearing Jewish mother and the
guilt-ridden son stereotypes. In Enter
Laughing, The Musical, the masterful
weaving of innuendo and edge elevates the
characters beyond stereotype and brings
humor and relevance to the tried-and-true
Based on a semi-autobiographical
novel by Carl Reiner, Enter Laughing,
The Musical tells the story of a stage
struck guy (David Kolowitz) from the Bronx
who wants to leave the humdrum life of a
machinist to become a big time New York
City actor. With no apparent training, David
gets a scholarship to a questionable acting
academy and lands the lead in one of the
With music and lyrics
by Stan Daniels (Fiddler on the Roof,
Zorba) and book by Joseph Stein,
Enter Laughing, The Musical is
an amalgam of Borscht Belt humor, Jewish
folk melodies and farcical romping. Many
of the songs have a light, love-for-love’s
sake quality, reminiscent of Cole Porter’s
“Begin The Beguine” or Ivor
Novello’s ”Land That Might Have
Been.” Also, the script’s rapid
banter brings up memories of characters
from Reiner’s The Dick Van Dyke
Show and Your Show of Shows.
As David Kolowitz, Josh
Grisetti authentically captures the naiveté
of a Bronx-born guy who is captivated by
the bright lights of Broadway. Grisetti’s
lanky, wide-grinned Kolowitz is in love
with love, lust, life, and fame. Every shapely
young woman is an opportunity. Every bright
idea is a golden adventure not yet realized.
Grisetti’s salacious rendering of
“I’m Undressing Girls With My
Eyes” portends sexual freedom that
young men of the 1930s could only dream
about. And the kitschy choreography with
the spinning stools was an ingenious approach
to the limitations of a small stage.
As the exasperated theater
director, Harrison Marlowe, Broadway veteran
George S. Irving brings his inimitable wit
and charm to a stock character that could
have been muddled down with overacting and
clichéd gestures. Instead, Irving
infuses Marlowe with arch, innuendo and
nuance. Irving is especially effective in
“The Butler’s Song.” Using
a Rex Harrison-like singsong banter, Irving’s
comic timing in this song is unparalleled.
Noticeable mention goes
to Janine La Manna (Angela Marlowe), Jill
Eikenberry (Emma Kolowitz), and Allison
Spratt (Miss B). All three actresses give
layered, comedic performances.
As a musical comedy, Enter
Laughing, The Musical has stood the
test of time. In its fifth incarnation,
the humor still tickles, the dialogue still
resonates, and the characters still amuse.
Enter Laughing was funny fortysome-odd
years ago, still is, and will always be.
Enter Laughing, The
Musical is currently playing at The
Theatre of Saint Peter’s through October
26th. Tickets $57.50 212-935-5820 ovationtix.com/trs/pr/46011
The Theatre at
Saint Peter's (Lexington Avenue just south
of 54th Street).
Wednesday 2:00pm & 8:00pm
Saturday 2:00pm & 8:00pm
September 5, 2008
Opens September 28, 2008
Closes February 8, 2009
Until Someone Loses An Eye
Reviewed by Adam Ritter
The hysteria conjured
by Daniel Radcliffe's stagecraft in Equus
was evidenced by the coven of audience members
paying to stand in the rear of the Broadhurst
Theater throughout his performance as Alan
Strang, a jingle crooning, stallion maiming
Having recently completed
a London run, Equus (Latin for
horse) arrived to Broadway on the wings
of frenzied hype, the most glaring of which
related to the full frontal nudity of its
famous young star.
The play, first performed
in 1973, was inspired - most unfortunately
- by an actual incident in the U.K. where
a stable of horses was blinded by an obviously
troubled teenage boy. Describing the gruesome
crime as having sparked "Intense fascination"
within him, Playwright Peter Shaffer created
a lattice of fictional, messianic circumstance
that could plausibly result in a protagonist
(though granted, a seriously unbalanced
one) who commits an act of such barbarity.
Institutionalized by his
conflicted parents, Alan is treated by Doctor
Martin Dysart (Tony winner Richard Griffiths);
a psychiatrist enduring something of a 'professional
menopause' while simultaneously struggling
to unravel the mystery of the neighing demons
that haunt his tortured patient.
Indeed the doctor's analysis
of Alan is saddled with doubt over the precise
constitution of insanity and his ponderous
uncertainty of why he still goes to work
every day. Alan, invigorated by his horrid
fascination of horses, seems more alive
than Dr. Dysart, who is awash with the banality
of everyday life and a ho-hum marriage.
Although I can only imagine
the shock and puzzlement that must have
followed that brutal crime decades ago (and
the reception afterwards of this fictional
account), the global interconnection of
the information age has flooded our consciousness
with bundles and bundles of desensitization
to acts of inexplicable psychosis (let's
call them Collateralized Derangement Obligations).
If you are on any news-of-the-weird
distribution lists or just following our
presidential election, you may wonder; how
did a nearly three-hour drama emerge from
What's next, a psychosexual
interlude about a girl whose faculties unravel
after gnawing the severed finger in her
take-out chili? Somebody get Dakota Fanning
on the line.
To his credit, Mr. Radcliffe
immerses himself convincingly in this role
and doesn't bear the vaguest resemblance
to what's-his-name; that spell-spouting
countenance with whom Mr. Radcliffe (mutually
to his advantage and detriment) is most
In fact, one supposes
the gulf of disparity between this equine-eroticizing
mutilator and a certain boy wizard, as having
played significantly in luring Mr. Radcliffe
to the role and the result is something
of a conundrum…
Were this piece performed
in a more intimate venue (like the wonderful
Flea Theater in SoHo for instance), I would
anticipate an audience moved to profound
contemplation, no doubt re-imagining their
impression of a typecast actor.
Conversely, its presence
as a naked Broadway spectacle owes exclusively
to the very celebrity its star is attempting
to restructure. Somehow I doubt Jonah Hill
as Alan Strang would arouse as much interest
in this nuanced stage drama when it opened
at the East Jabib Playhouse.
Serious plays that become
theatrical "events" detract from
the gravitas of the performances and the
provocative nature of their subject matter.
It also results in the
coughingest assembly of late arriving, seat-shifting,
over-paying tourists that I have witnessed
in recent memory (and the voluntarily-corralled
mob salivating by the stage door). Certainly
by the two-hour mark this audience must
have been regretting the decision to not
see Hairspray rather than sitting here,
awaiting a glimpse of Mr. Radcliffe's magic
Perhaps it's not the size
of the broom but how you ride it, but this
huge production of Equus, no matter
the popular lead's warm reception, comes
up a bit short.
Wednesday 2:00pm & 8:00pm
Saturday 2:00pm & 8:00pm
Opens March 27, 2008
St. James Theater
by Frank J. Avella
As an entertainment journalist
and critic, I am hyper aware of the overuse
of certain adjectives when describing a
work you are taken with. Many of my colleagues,
print and online, suffer from the same cyber-superlative-diarrhea-
gushing I have been guilty of. Some shamelessly
want to be quotable; others, like me, have
pet words and phrases they love to reuse.
I am promising right now that I will make
a valiant effort to curb my “amazings”
as well as my “astonishings”
–but it will have to wait until after
this particular review.
Every once in a decade
or so, theatergoers are afforded the opportunity
to witness a truly transcendent, instantly
classic performance—the stuff legends
are made of. The nature of live theatre
and audience subjectivity is that often
what is felt to be a great performance by
one person is simply good or acceptable
by another’s standards. Sometimes,
though, tragedy smiles at comedy, and there
can be no denying sheer magic has taken
place before everyone’s eyes.
There aren’t enough
praise-infused adjectives in all existing
thesauruses to describe how right Patti
LuPone gets it in the new revival of Gypsy.
Fresh on the heels of the celebrated Encores!
performance, LuPone completely commands
the stage as she richly redefines a classic
character who has been embodied by some
of the best in the business (Ethel Merman,
Angela Lansbury, Betty Buckley and Bernadette
Peters, to name the best of the best).
I am a proud and true
LuPoner, meaning I have seen everything
the woman has done on Broadway since my
parents brought me to the Broadway theatre
in the early 80’s to experience Evita
when I was a wee lad. I was bitten by the
Patti bug and have been a fan and admirer
ever since. Over the years I have seen her
in: Anything Goes; Oliver;
The Accidental Death of an Anarchist
(lasted less than a week—but I loved
it); The Old Neighborhood; Patti
LuPone on Broadway; Noises Off;
Master Class and last year’s
revival of Sweeney Todd.
At Encores, a few months
ago, I was blown away by LuPone’s
Mama Rose. It was a tour de force from her
barreling onto the stage and shouting: “Sing
out, Louise!” to the closing moments,
LuPone was a restless tornado for three
solid hours. She was the personification
of the old adage “give ‘em what
they want.” She certainly did as each
number proved a show stopper. Her energy
The absolute genius of
the Broadway performance, and how it differs
from Encores, has everything to do with
how carefully modulated her steps are now.
There is an amazing and calculated build
to her fury…to that ultimate tour
de force (‘Rose’s Turn’).
LuPone now shows us the character’s
arc. She painstakingly develops Mama Rose
from the unrelenting stage mother to the
frustrated and angry star wannabe she actually
is. By the end of act one, you may find
yourself disappointed in her rendition of
“Everything’s Coming Up Roses,”
because she is not singing the shit out
of the song. But be patient, because there’s
an urgent reason for that. Mama’s
on a journey. She’s not a Broadway
belter blowing her wad, wad after wad, with
each musical number. She is a real, hurting,
breathing theatre person filled with idiosyncrasies
and foibles. She is not just a stage mother,
she is everyone who once had a dream and
felt they, for whatever reason, could not
By the time this Mama
Rose is ready for her turn, she infuses
that (literal) eleven o’clock number
with all the angst and regret and desperation
that’s been building all night long.
She manages to strip away layers of the
character throughout the show until she
is rawness personified. And we are lucky
enough to have been along for the ride.
The final image of her reaching up at the
footlights trying desperately to catch a
moment for herself: “For me,”
is a moment that I will never forget. Patti
LuPone is diva Broadway personified, but
she is also one of the best stage actresses
of our generation. She has earned her place
in the pantheon and deserves every type
of accolade possible for her turn. Pun rightfully
But let’s not forget
she is also blessed with an amazing cast.
Boyd Gaines is the definitive
Herbie. It’s a pleasure to see him
as a virile and sensitive character as opposed
to the sad schmo cartoons from the past
Herbie canon. Gaines’ Herbie may be
henpecked but he chooses to be out of devotion
to his Rose, not because he’s a silly
shlub everyone walks all over. And the sexual
tension between LuPone and Gaines is palpable.
(LuPone, it should be stated, is also the
sexiest Mama Rose ever.)
The exquisite Laura Benanti
perfectly underplays Louise so that when
she finally finds herself and emerges as
the notorious Gypsy Rose Lee in Act Two,
we are thunderstruck and mesmerized. She
has become a tigress before our eyes and
we believe the transformation wholeheartedly.
The dynamic Leigh Ann
Larkin’s angry and resentful Dainty
June is a perfect match for Benanti’s
forgiving Louise and they both bring the
house down with “If Mama Was Married.”
It’s a moment that bonds the sibs
in an extraordinary and poignant way.
Another non-LuPone showstopper
is “You Gotta Have a Gimmick,”
with a hilarious Alison Fraser as Tessie
Tura and the scene stealing Marily Caskey
as Electra, the oldest woman in burlesque!
staged in 1959, features a book by Arthur
Laurents, music by Jule Style and lyrics
by Stephen Sondheim (one of the last times
he would agree to writing lyrics only).
At ninety years old, Mr. Laurents has directed
this current production—quite masterfully.
I have always had my problems
with Gypsy. I also know that admitting
that will get me in trouble since it’s
considered one of the great American musicals.
And I have had a rocky journey believing
that. The Sam Mendes version, five years
ago, had me liking it more than I ever have.
And Bernadette Peter’s revisionist
Mama Rose was a joy to behold.
This production, however,
inches me closer to understanding the power
of the story. It’s a quintessentially
American a story that defines a time and
an art form (Vaudeville) that has long since
vanished but has influenced every other
art form that followed. It is also about
the pursuit of the American dream—in
this case: stardom. It almost has a Nathanial
West quality about it. And Rose is the ultimate
American monster mother who dreamed big…FOR
her children, but really FOR herself.
Still, there are certain
songs I felt never worked (“All I
Need Now is the Girl,” “Little
Lamb”) and one major fault I have
always had with the book; the fact that
June is never brought back in Act Two. I
still feel this was a misstep in the original
book and would have added so much. Regardless,
there are no perfect musicals (except for
Sweeney Todd and Sunday in the Park
with George…), but this Gypsy
comes quite close.
Last year, I boldly stated
that Meryl Streep’s performance in
Mother Courage was among the truly
great stage performances of all time. Add
Ms. LuPone’s Mama Rose to that very
small but priceless list.
Ryan S. Brandenberg
Saturday 4:00pm & 9:00pm
Opens September 24, 2008
Barrow Street Theater
Reviewed by Bryan
William Blake, the road to mediocre theater
is paved with good intentions.
In Conflict is a docudrama that
originated at Temple University, which Culture
Project has brought to New York. The play
is an adaptation, by director Douglas C.
Wager, of journalist Yvonne Latty’s
book of Studs Terkel-style interviews with
soldiers who have returned from the war
in Iraq. Good for Latty, Temple, Wager and
progressive Culture Project; surely these
are projects that journalists and undergrads,
directors and downtown theaters ought to
The problem is, that in spite of the often-powerful
material and several talented actors in
the young cast, the play just isn’t
very good as a play.
record, lots of out of town reviewers disagree
with me – the show comes with a load
of raving blurbs. Not quite sure what those
folks were watching, but it isn’t
the artlessly conceived string of over-performed
monologues currently running at Barrow Street
Theatre. There is obviously a strong and
thoroughly human temptation to grade documentary-style
art about important social issues on a curve
of some kind. This would be a mistake. Such
plays can, and often do, stand up on their
own as great theater. The Exonerated
and the work of Moises Kaufman and
Anna Deavere Smith come to mind.
The stories told here of the shattered bodies
and psyches of these young people are important.
The heroism of these soldiers and the vacuous
leadership that caused their lives to be
ripped apart inspires humility and even
reverence. Heroic, too, were Latty’s
efforts in compiling and publishing these
stories – some of which, as you might
expect, are extremely moving.
If you don’t know that the lives of
combat veterans are often wrenchingly difficult,
then you should see In Conflict.
It will open your eyes. If you’re
so disgusted with our cynical and ineffectual
foreign policy that you’re willing
to suspend your own critical faculties to
bask in anything that further exposes the
architects of this disastrous war, then
you might enjoy it. Or even if you’re
just somebody who feels it would be good
for you to spend a little time hearing from
the men and women on the front lines of
this war, then, by all means, go see this
play. I’m not telling you not to.
What I am telling you is that In Conflict
is theatrically unsatisfying. Ultimately,
Wager doesn’t seem trust the stories
that inspired him to create this potentially
important play in the first place. If he
did, he wouldn’t have his cast –
again, several of whom are genuinely fine
young actors – overdo so much of it
the way they do, diluting the payoff moments.
He wouldn’t have them perform vignettes
between the monologues that range from mildly
cheesy to genuinely embarrassing –
and which significantly undercut any momentum
the cumulative power the stories might generate.
Damon Williams, playing both an alcoholic
train wreck of a man haunted by images of
a young mother he killed and as an amputee
who tries heroically – and fails heartbreakingly
– to maintain a positive outlook on
life, is the strongest of several strong
actors. Stan Demidoff, Joy Notoma and Tim
Chambers also stand out.
The set design by Andrew Laine is interesting
– spinning panels with a huge map
of Iraq on one side and an even huger American
flag on the other. Interview clips with
author Yvonne Latty are surprisingly effective
(video design by Warren Bass), although
Latty’s realness (even on video) points
up the unnecessarily heightened style of
so much of the acting. And it is not without
some real heart-in-the-throat moments –
such as during the curtain call when the
cast turns and applauds images of the actual
soldiers they’re portraying.
In Conflict is a play to root for,
and the stories that it tells deserve to
be heard. I’m glad it exists, and,
as an American citizen, I’m glad I
saw it. But none of that makes it a very
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Street Theatre |27
New York, NY 10014
- The Musical
2:00pm & 8:00pm
Saturday 2:00PM & 8:00PM
Sunday 2:00PM, 7:00PM & 8:00PM
The Palace Theatre
by Katharine Heller
To compare Legally Blonde the Musical
to great theater would be like putting a
Twinkie up against the Miso Black Cod at
Nobu. But goddamn it, sometimes, nothing
beats a good Twinkie.
the box office hit of the same title, Legally
Blonde rarely strays from the original
script. For the five of you who are not
familiar with the premise of the story,
I'll sum it up. Beautiful Delta Nu sorority
sister Elle Woods is crushed when her beau
Warner dumps her before leaving for Harvard
Law. Elle applies and gets
accepted to Harvard (even though I would
assume the application deadline had passed-
I never quite got that part, although the
rest of the story is perfectly plausible)
in hopes to win back her man. Long story
short she realizes she doesn't need Warner,
makes some new friends and solves a murder
case in court along the way.
translation is exactly what you would expect,
complete with spunky dance numbers, an energetic
young cast and tunes so catchy I might consider
quarantine for a good few hours after the
show. I still cannot get the opening number,
aptly called "Omigod, You Guys!"
out of my head. No, seriously, it's pretty
faced and immensely talented Laura Bell
Bundy as Elle carries the show with grace
and confidence. Right behind her are Richard
H. Blake as the arrogantly hilarious Warner
and Christian Borle as her sweet love interest,
Emmett. The obvious cast standouts however
are Chico as her faithful Chihuahua, Bruiser,
and Chloe the Bulldog as Rufus. (Rufus is
the dog of Elle's friend Paulette played
by the singly named human, Orfeh.)
book, written by Heather Hach with music
and lyrics by Laurence O'Keefe and Nell
Benjamin, includes other engaging numbers
such as the infamous, "Bend and Snap!"
and "Gay or European". With crisp
direction and choreography by Jerry Mitchell,
this family friendly show is a lot of fun.
Just make sure those you see it with have
a sweet tooth.
$40.00-$110.00 212-307-4747 www.ticketmaster.com
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Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo
Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo
Sat 2pm & 8pm
Sun 2pm & 7:30pm
No performance Christmas Day
December 14th, 2008 – January 4th,
The Joyce Theater
Keeping the Tradition Alive
Reviewed by William S.
Staging the great ballets
of the Romantic and Classical Eras is always
an arduous task for most ballet companies.
There is always the challenge of interpretation,
period-appropriate style and nuance, as
well as relevancy for contemporary audiences.
Case in point, if the mime sequences in
the first act of Giselle are not
staged properly, Giselle could
turn it a real snooze of a ballet. And if
the lovely solo variations in Paquita
are not imbued with brio and zest, then
Paquita remains just a pretty divertissement,
Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo, in
spite of its zany onstage antics, not only
has some of the best staging of truncated
ballet classics, but injects nuance and
an appreciation of style sorely missing
from more traditional ballet companies.
Don’t be fooled by the bulging thighs,
hairy chests, and questionable pointe work.
These guys are well schooled in the classical
repertoire and understand the world that
existed around that repertoire. Trockadero
performs Grande pas de deux
as an expression of the Russian imperial
court, not just a pas de deux with
a lovely hyperextended ballerina. Each characterization
is a detailed rendering of Romantic and
Classical styles with arms softly curved,
and variations performed with vibrancy and
At the Joyce Theater on
December 19, Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte
Carlo performed five ballets, four from
the traditional lexicon, and one knockoff
of a Balanchine classic. In their Giselle
Act II, many of the onstage gags have
been seen before and need to be reworked;
however, this version of Giselle
is passionately danced in the correct Romantic
style. Lariska Dumchenko (Raffaele Morra)
as Giselle should be noted for her ethereal
portrayal of the doomed heroine. Her petite
allegro is soft and swift and her jete
elance appropriately darting and sharp.
Also, Morra has that rare ability of working
his whole foot in pointe shoes, a rare feat
for a man.
Go for Barocco was danced with
concentrated intensity. Even the corps de
ballet devour the choreography in this takeoff
of Balanchine’s Concerto Barocco.
With their clear classical lines, soloists
Vanya Verikosa (Brock Hayhoe) and Katerina
Bychkova (Joshua Grant) are reminiscent
of leggy Balanchine ballerinas Carol Sumner,
Gloria Govrin, and Patricia Neary. Balanchine
always said he liked choreographing for
tall women because there was more to see.
Obviously, he was not thinking of the Trocks,
but the Amazon-like Bychkova and Verikosa
do display the effectiveness of Balanchine-like
neoclassical style on statuesque bodies.
The highlight of the evening
was Marius Petipa’s Paquita danced
with imperial grandeur by Olga Supphozova
(Robert Carter). Supphozova’s campy
onstage antics don’t detract from
her role as prima ballerina assoluta. Supphozova
is a true child of the stage with every
studied gestures and sustained movement
milked for full effect. Supphozova also
possesses the rare quality of knowing how
to phrase movement while staying in character.
Whether holding an extended balance or executing
a series of creamy fouettes, Supphozova’s
demonstrates that in performance prima ballerinas
always make the difficult look easy.
men in tutus, and catty ballerinas used
to be Les Ballets Trockadero’s calling
card, but they are now so much more than
that. The Trocks, in their own way, are
helping to preserve a tradition in classical
ballet that extends from the Russian Imperial
Theatre to contemporary choreographers of
the 21st century. And they look pretty good
in toe shoes, too!!
Les Ballets Trockadero
de Monte Carlo is performing at the
Joyce Theater from December 14 through January
4, 2009. Ticket Price $49; $35; $19, Joyce
Members $37; $26.
For more information, visit at www.joyce.org
175 8th Avenue
Photo Credit Carol
and Jeff Hochhauser's
My Vaudeveille Man, A New Musical
Through January 4, 2009
The York Theatre
Reviewed by Lauren
If you are looking
to see a show this holiday season, and want
to avoid Broadway ticket prices, My
Vaudeville Man is the perfect choice.
Now playing at the York Theatre, this two-person
musical is a heartwarming story detailing
the life of Vaudeville tap dancer Jack Donahue,
and his mother, whose one goal in life is
to get her son out of show business and
back home to earn a “real living”.
The show is based on the book, Letters
of a Hoofer to his Ma by Jack Donahue,
and is set in New England in 1910.
The show stars Shonn Wiley as Jack (understudied
by Sam Underwood), and Karen Murphy (understudied
by Susan Hoffman) as his mother, “Mud”.
Both Wiley and Murphy are extraordinary,
and have that special “it” factor
that is necessary for a show like this.
Both actors fully transform into three-dimensional
characters, full of humor, wit, and depth.
Shonn Wiley commands the stage as Jack.
Not only is his tap dancing impressive and
charismatic, but also his vulnerability
in the scenes with his mother truly demonstrates
the range of his skill. Jack’s passion
drives him to continue his Vaudeville career,
despite his mother’s desire to have
him live at home, get a job at the lumber
factory, and support his family.
Karen Murphy’s performance as “Mud”
is beyond amazing. Her character struggles
throughout the show to accept her son’s
decision to pursue show business. Beyond
that, her marriage is deteriorating due
to her husband’s drinking problem.
In the second act, Murphy sings “So
The Old Dog Has Come Home”, in which
she struggles to decide whether or not she
should take her husband back. This song
is the reason to see this show. It was the
single most powerful moment of the night,
and Murphy was impeccable.
Music for My Vaudeville Man by
Bob Johnston, and book by Jeff Hochhauser,
were both outstanding. The set and costume
designs were both delightfully simple and
effective. James Morgan designed the sets,
and David Toser designed the costumes.
All in all, My Vaudeville Man is
not to be missed. Full of charisma and humor,
heartache and struggle, this is a story
about love, passion, and family. It is a
delightful and refreshing piece of live
My Vaudeville Man plays at the
York Theatre Company, 619 Lexington Ave.,
through January 4th. Tickets are $57.50
for adults, and $20.00 for students with
a valid ID. Please call 212-935-5820 for
tickets and information. For information
THEATRE COMPANY in Saint Peter’s Theatre,
Lexington Avenue, just South of 54th Street
E, V train to Lexington Avenue or 6 train
to 51st Street
For more information, check out www.yorktheatre.org
Photo Credit: Joan
Monday, Wednesday and Thursday at 8:00pm
Friday at 7:00pm and 10:00pm
Saturday at 2:00 and 8:00pm
Sunday at 3:00pm
New World Stages
of Ages Breaks the Mold
Reviewed by William
When I was first
invited to review Rock of Ages
I thought to myself, “Here we go again,
another musical based on pop songs; I barely
survived All Shook Up, Hot
Feet, and the self-indulgent Lennon.”
My theatrical appetite was not whetted with
yet another attempt to bring tourists into
the theatre by fitting insipid, jukebox,
love songs of the last couple of decades
into an underdeveloped plot about boy meets
girl, girl meets boy, blah, blah, blah,
Rock of Ages,
to my pleasant surprise, is not like the
current clichéd crop of pop musicals.
In Rock of Ages, writer Chris D’Arienzo
successfully marries familiar pop rock songs
of the 80s with period-appropriate storylines,
nuanced character development and good choreography.
Unlike many of its jukebox musical predecessors,
the music choices in Rock of Ages
are an organic response to what is happening
on stage. No big ballads, vocal feats, or
guitar riffs solely for special effect or
tearjerker moments. In the tradition of
George Wolf’s Jelly’s Last
Jam or Last Party, the music
supports the action onstage, never referencing
something that is about happen or some abstract
The music of Pat Benatar,
Journey, Quiet Riot, Quarterflash, Twisted
Sister, White Snake, Poison, Survivor, REO
Speedwagon, and Van Halen transports audiences
to a seedy rocker club (The Bourbon Room)
on the Sunset Strip that is about to become
the victim of urban redevelopment. The rocker
group, Arsenal, as a favor to ex-hippie
club owner Dennis (Adam Dannheisser), agree
to do a farewell concert at The Bourbon
Room to give the club viability. Drew (Constantine
Maroulis) a bar back at the Bourbon Room
sees the farewell concert as his opportunity
to showcase his Steve Perry–like vocal
acrobatics and impress Sherrie (Kelli Barrett),
a recent Kansas transplant with Hollywood
dreams who has eyes for Stacee Jaxx (Will
Swenson), Arsenal’s salacious lead
Constantine Maroulis (American
Idol Finalist) makes up in vocal fireworks
what he lacks at times in stage presence.
His lyrical tenor serenades in Survivor’s
“Living for a Dream” and Steve
Perry’s “Oh Sherrie.”
And he appropriately rocks out in Night
Ranger’s “Sister Christian.”
Kelli Barrett brings an
80s rocker girl authenticity to her portrayal
of Sherrie. Though starry eyed and unsophisticated,
this girl is no stranger to lust, love,
and titillation. And her rendering of Journey’s
“I Want to Know What Love Is”
while having a sexual romp with Stacee Jaxx
in the bathroom is the most hilarious scene
in the show.
As Lonny, the sound guy at the Bourbon Room,
Mitchell Jarvis puckishly interpolates the
action on stage. Whether impishly whispering
asides to the audience or zanily inserting
himself into stage buffoonery, this rocker
hallelujah man understands how to shine
The standout in the cast
is Will Swenson as the vice-ridden lead
singer, Stacee Jaxx. Modeled after Van Halen
lead singer, David Lee Roth, Swenson’s
generates a glam rocker sex appeal without
taking himself too seriously. Lending his
incredible pipes to Journey’s “Any
Way You Want It,” Swenson conjures
up the frenetic energy and emotion of 80s
pop rock balladeers. Other noteworthy performers
are Adam Dannheisser (Dennis), Lauren Molina
(Regina), Wesley Taylor (Franz), and Paul
Schoeffler (Hertz). And the ‘Solid
is worth noting for its 80s-style bump n’grind,
biker chick incarnation.
If Rock of Ages
played Off-Broadway seven or eight years
ago, maybe some of the producers of current
jukebox musicals would have had an example
of how to put a cohesive, entertaining show
together. Ah, wishful thinking!!
Rock of Ages
is currently playing at New World Stages.
For more information, go to www.rockofagesmusical.com.
Tickets range from $46.50. Premium Tickets
offering seat-side cocktail service are
available for $126.50. A limited number
of $26.50 RUSH tickets will be available
at the Box Office, day of purchase ONLY.
Tickets may be purchased through www.telecharge.com
or by calling Telecharge at (212) 239-6200,
or at the New World Stages Box Office. For
group rates and tickets, please call (800)
World Stages | 340 West 50th Street (between
8th & 9th Avenues)
Sater & Duncan Sheik’s
Saturday 2:00pm & 8:00pm
Sunday 2:00pm & 7:00pm
Eugene O'Neill Theatre
Reviewed by Frank J.
When I first heard that
Spring Awakening was moving to
Broadway, I was a bit concerned. Would such
an intimate show lose all potency and urgency
in a big Broadway house?
Well the answer, thank
the theatre gods, is a resounding no!
I am elated to report
that this exciting, enthralling and oddly-enchanting
production thrives at the Eugene O’Neill
Theatre. And it’s improved greatly
from the version I saw this past summer.
It’s still audacious
and ambitious but it now has a wonderful
sense of humor as well. The original production
took itself a wee too seriously. But the
gifted director Michael Mayer has found
the perfect blend of comedy and pathos here.
And it doesn’t hurt to have the extraordinary
Christine Estabrook on board.
Based on Frank Wedekind’s
highly controversial 1891 play The Awakening
of Spring (not produced until 1906),
and adapted by Steven Sater (book &
lyrics) and rock star Duncan Sheik (music),
the ‘play with songs’ (quoted
by Sheik) focuses on adolescent schoolboys
and girls at the age of sexual and spiritual
awakening. The central figures being the
good looking, wave-making Melchior (Jonathan
Groff), his sweet, naive girlfriend Wendla
(Lea Michele) and his troubled, oddball
friend Moritz (John Gallagher, Jr.) as well
as a slew of other angst-ridden, sexually-stirred,
Spring Awakening is
mesmerizing to the eye--and ears. It’s
a deliberately hard-edged visual and aural
cacophony of the evils of repression--religious
and societal (usually one begets the other).
The richly-rewarding anachronistic
nature of the work adds to its originality
and freshness. Although the piece is set
at the turn of the last century, the actors
whip out mikes and perform raw, intensely-modern
rock songs. The device achieves a Brechtian
break in the ‘period’ action.
It’s as if the audience has warp-sped
a century to a modern day rock concert.
But the songs are the inner monologues and
emotional mind states of Everykid. And that
is why it works so well.
Sheik’s music is
extraordinary, whether it be a heart-wrenching
ballad (”The Song of Purple Summer”)
or an angry rant (the fantastically fun
“Totally Fucked”) and are matched
by Sater’s intelligent lyrics and
by the extraordinary ensemble’s vitality
and conviction in song as well as performance.
These guys were great last summer. They’re
even better and seem more assured now.
“The Bitch of Living”,
in particular, raises the levels through
Melchior is that perfect
blend of youth: a walking sack of sexual
energy mixed with smarts and savvy and Jonathan
Groff brilliantly brings him to life...and
to despair as is necessary. Groff has a
command now that is dazzling to behold.
Moritz is a tad more difficult
since, as written he goes from frustration
and confusion to doom very quickly, yet
Gallagher, Jr. transcends the trappings
and let’s us inside the loopy/scared
mind of this tragic hero (especially in
Act Two’s Don’t Do Sadness”).
still feels too tentative as Wendla but
she conveys naiveté much better and
has an amazing voice. Lauren Pritchard’s
Ilse still brims with sex appeal and evoked
the perfect combo of tumult and rebellion.
And king of smarm and charm, Jonathan B.
Wright nails his role down perfectly as
the gay survivor about to feast on his prey.
His self-pleasure moment is a riotous combo
of delight and embarrassment. Special mention
to Gideon Glick as the adorable Ernst.
Newly added cast members
Stephen Spinella, and especially, Christine
Estabrook give the show a great lift as
Beyond the masterful score,
near-perfect performances and deft direction,
a problem last time with feeling emotionally
caught up in the lives of the characters.
This, too, has changed. I DID feel passionately
drawn into their worlds and I did care about
is a triumph that should be seen by anyone
who cares about the future of musical theatre.
Theatre | 230 West 49th Street | New York,
Peter O'Connor and
Photo Credit Thomas Hand Keefe
The Sexual Neuroses of Our Parents
November 6th through 22nd. @ 8pm
The Wild Project
Reviewed by Bryan Close
The Sexual Neuroses
of Our Parents, by Swiss playwright
Lukas Bärfuss (translation by Neil
Blackadder) examines the fallout when a
developmentally challenged teenage girl
is taken off the cocktail of medications
that have kept her in a vegetative state
What we get is Dora, a sweet, lollipop-sucking
girl with neither much conventional intelligence
nor any guile at all (and no clear justification
why she was ever so doped up to begin with).
This play follows Dora’s Dante-esque
journey of sexual discovery that takes her,
and us, to darker and darker places.
The production is a mixed bag, but Grace
Gummer, as Dora, is a fascinating creature.
Gummer’s inspired deadpan impressions
of the authority figures in her life –
her parents, her doctor, her abusive lover
– combined with her ability to shift
emotional gears on a dime, make Dora’s
negotiation of her conflicting desires to
please everyone – not least herself
– riveting. The young actress’s
arresting stage presence and pitch-perfect
comic timing in her New York debut recall
the work of no less gifted a thespian than
her mother, the until-now-inimitable Meryl
Much of Bärfuss’s text is compelling,
especially Dora’s earnest sexuality
and her doctor’s attempts to explain
the rules. In other places – including
the odd allusion to Freud’s Dora,
who bears no real resemblance to this one
– it feels a bit obvious.
And in what seems to be a misguided effort
to throw focus on Dora’s specialness,
director Kristjan Thor has the rest of his
cast behaving like animated automatons.
Many of the actors (especially the delightful
Kathryn Kates as the mother of Dora’s
boss) have strong moments, but too often
they struggle against an imposed stylistic
choice that probably sounded better in a
production meeting than it plays on the
Ultimately though, Gummer’s performance
is so good, and the play’s story sufficiently
interesting, that the production gives the
audience plenty to enjoy.
Tickets are $18 and can
be purchased by phone by calling 212-352-3101
or online at www.electricpear.org.
The Wild Project
| 195 East Third Street
Between Avenues A & B
Mike Mendiola and
Matthew DeCapua in
The Time of your Life
The Time of your Life
October 3 - November 1, 2008
The Storm Theatre
Reviewed by Bryan
The Time of Your Life,
William Saroyan’s 1940 drama about
the near-impossibility of finding happiness
and the necessity of dreams, is a sentimental
masterpiece. Sprawling and occasionally
self-indulgent, sure, but also moving, inspiring
Most of the 27 characters who spend their
time drinking in Nick’s Pacific Street
Saloon, a honky-tonk “in the worst
part” of San Francisco, are balanced
precariously somewhere between delusion
and despair. Joe, the “well-heeled
loafer” at the center of the story,
spends his days – and his mysterious
fortune – ensuring that delusion at
least has a fighting chance.
That may not seem like a great deal to aim
for, but given the crushing disappointments
and humiliations that most of these marginal
people have already survived and the way
society has stacked the deck against them,
it winds up being quite a bit. Like Blanche
Dubois, Joe and the lost souls he takes
pity on don’t want reality; they want
Unfortunately, in director Peter Dobbins’s
production of the play at Storm Theater
in midtown, magic is in short supply.
Todd Edward Ivins’s set is authentic-looking
and nicely integrated into the playing space,
but almost everything else about the production
fails to gel. Most of the cast looks both
over-coached and under-rehearsed. Several
lines are delivered sarcastically, in clear
opposition to their intended meaning. (Saroyan
may be the most earnest great writer in
the history of American theater; only his
villains stoop to sarcasm.) Incongruous
acting choices, ranging from mugging to
smirking to apparent disinterest, abound.
Few of the actors seem like they belong
in the same play. Even fewer seem to belong
in this particular play.
One delightful exception is Ross DeGraw,
who is terrific as Nick, the long-suffering,
good-hearted proprietor of the place. DeGraw
gives Nick exactly the right combination
of macho bluff and tender-hearted goodness.
More importantly, he’s usually the
only one on the stage who’s not pretending.
(Joe Danbusky as Krupp, the beat cop with
a conscience, also acts with integrity,
and Kate Chamuris is interesting in the
small role of Mary, “an unhappy woman
of quality and great beauty.”)
In spite of the production’s flaws,
three wonderful moments stand out as pure
Saroyan: During a gum-chewing contest deep
in act two, Michael Mendiola (Joe) perks
up and Matthew DeCapua (his sidekick, Tom)
calms down and the two of them actually
look like they’re having some fun;
so, for a while, is the audience. When 10-year-old
Matthew Wescher stands on a chair and sings
“When Irish Eyes are Smiling,”
the theater is temporarily transformed into
the magical place that The Time of Your
Life needs it to be. And Degraw’s
quiet toast to Nick’s dead wife is
The cast still has time to discover more
of Saroyan’s bittersweet wonder. As
Joe says, "Living is an art. It's not
bookkeeping. It takes a lot of rehearsing
for a man to learn how to be himself."
The same can be said for theater.
Tickets are $20 and are
available at www.smarttix.com,
The Storm Theatre
| 145 W 36th St. 3rd Floor
New York, NY 10036
Photo Credit: Carol
Saturday 3:00pm & 8:00pm
Sunday 3:00pm & 7:00pm
Reviewed by Frank
Self-aware. Self-referential. Self-reverential.
[title of show] is all of the above.
And that, dear theatergoers, is a very good
[title of show]
was masterminded by it’s two male
leads, the bizarre but winning duo of Jeff
Bowen and Hunter Bell, both gay, both theatre
aficionados, both struggling artists.
Jeff is the hunky, well-spoken,
perfectly groomed, gay eye-candy. Hunter
is the shlubby, ill-grammarred (that one
is deliberate) Oscar to Jeff’s Felix.
Hunter also happens to be the book writer
for the long-awaited spoof Silence!
The Musical, a lunatic satire on the
Oscar-winning film Silence of the Lambs.
These two had the crazy
idea of writing a show about writing a show.
But that’s not the crazy part since
it’s been done to death. The crazy
part is that they would chronicle their
journey as faithfully as possible, right
down to the mundane minutiae-filled moments
and allow themselves to break character
as well as the fourth wall and comment on
these moments. And, for the most part, the
execution of this daring notion, works marvelously.
Bowen, in particular,
has fantastic comic timing and his constantly
correcting Bell is a hilarious running gag
that never gets tired.
But the dynamic sho-mo
duo aren’t alone onstage; they are
joined by the uber-odd but hilarious Susan
Blackwell and the more traditionally appealing
Heidi Blickenstaff, who also happens to
have a unique and astoundingly good voice.
The quartet have a wild
time tearing apart the structure of musical-comedy
and then putting it back together in it’s
own unique way. At one point, Bell turns
to his fellow actors and, with an understood
wink to the audience, announces that the
scene they are playing feels too long. In
a second there’s an instant blackout.
It’s difficult not to enjoy the style,
although it does wear a tad thin after a
The book is sometimes clever for the sake
of clever and the references are sometimes
terribly obscure, but so what? Both those
things make you feel closer to the characters
because we feel just how much they are immersed
in their craft, their art…the theatre.
For the record, the Into the Woods
references had me in stitches!
The songs erratically
range from the forgettable (some of the
earlier numbers, I forget which!) to the
inspirational (“Die Vampire Die”)
to the profound (“Nine People’s
Favorite Thing”) to the sublime (“A
Way Back to Then”). Not a bad collection,
The show asks the key
question: Will audience bother to shell
out a hundred bucks for a musical with no
real set, costumes or stars? And a song
asks: “Is art a springboard for fame?”
It will be interesting to see just how long
[title of show] runs and whether
it will be able to build the kind of audience
Spring Awakening (an unlikely but
bracing hit) has managed to.
What saves [title
of show] from being a gimmicky, theatre-geek-appeal-only
show is the last quarter of the play where
everything turns quite serious and scarily
real. The grit in these moments leading
up to the finale bring the show home, so
to speak, and give the audience a glimpse
into how difficult it can be to follow your
dream and persevere until you are lucky
enough to be living that dream.
[title of show]
stands as one of the most original musical
to open along the Great White Way in years.
And while it’s not as mesmerizing
and tantalizing as the innovative and groundbreaking
Passing Strange, it’s extraordinary
and refreshing in it’s own way. And
that is reason enough to celebrate!
Ticket $36.50-$101.50 $201.50 Premium -
Phone 212-239-6200 or telecharge.com
Theatre 149 West 45th Street
Women Beware Women
Saturday 2:00pm & 8:00pm
Opened on December 9, 2008
Closes on January 18, 2009
Theater at St. Clement's
by Bryan Close
During the reigns of England’s Elizabeth
I and James I, that country produced a canon
of dramatic literature astonishing in both
its quantity and quality. No news there.
The Red Bull Theater Company, though, goes
a bit further. It exists to prove that the
thesis would be equally true even if you
didn’t count all those really famous
plays by that one really famous guy. These
days we’re all pretty much brushed
up on our Shakespeare; with it’s current
production of Women Beware Women,
artistic director Jesse Berger and company
make a strong case that most of us have
been missing out on our Middleton.
Thomas Middleton’s Women Beware
Women, that is. Although the play is
less emotionally enganging than Middleton’s
more celebrated tragedy The Changeling,
under Burger’s snappy direction, Women
Beware Women becomes a delicious confection
of theatrical hamfoonery. Burger and his
talented cast wisely milk the melodramatic
moralizing and wholesale fifth act bloodletting
for laughs. The complicated plot involves
various love betrayals and then everyone
getting murdered, and calls to mind familiar
tropes from Shakespeare and Moliere, network
soap operas and 70’s variety shows
and, in one inspired bit of staging, the
Friday the 13th movies.
The play has two main plot threads. The
first starts with poor but industrious Leantio
(Jacob Fishel) leaving his new wife Bianca
(Jennifer Ikeda) with his widowed mother
(the formidable Rebecca Maxwell) while he
leaves town on business. The lascivious
Duke of Florence (Geraint Wyn Davies) spies
Bianca, and falls in love with her. He gets
his friend Livia (the excellent Kathryn
Meisel) and his aide Gaurdiano to lure the
young woman to a secluded room in his fancy
court (distracting her mother-in-law with
a double entendre-filled chess game), where
Bianca immediately lets herself be seduced.
Meanwhile, Isabella (the funny and spunky
Liv Rooth), daughter to Fabritio (Everette
Quinton) and niece to the unscrupulous Livia
(the aforementioned excellent Meisel) is
all set to marry Guardiano’s idiotic
nephew Ward (Alex Morf, doing inspired clown
work), but not until Livia helps her other
brother, Hippolito (Al Espinoza, the cast’s
weak link), seduce Isabella.
At this point, the plot twists and reversals
are still just beginning, and this production
is a solid, silly, satisfying ride through
Middleton’s funhouse of politics (both
sexual and otherwise) and betrayal.
What it isn’t, emphatically, is Shakespeare.
While Middleton’s blank verse gallops
crisply and entertainingly by, it never
achieves much in the way of rhetorical power
or transcendent windows into the soul.
But that’s beside the point here,
and you shouldn’t let it interfere
with the fun. The cast – helped by
Clint Ramos’s over-the-top seventeenth
century Project Runway costume
extravaganza as much as by Berger’s
sharp direction – sure doesn’t.
And the gusto the actors bring to Middleton’s
dastardly worldview helps makes Red Bull’s
the best production of Women Beware
Women you are ever likely to see.
Ticket Prices $20.00-$50.00
Tickets by Phone: 212-352-3101 For more
information on Women Beware Women: www.redbulltheater.com
Theatre at St.
Clement's 423 West 46th Street
New York, NY 10036 |