Future Issues: RAGS PARKLAND SINGS THE SONGS OF THE FUTURE
There is pain, hurt, lovesickness for miles in every direction, emanating from this club across the country, world, and intergalactic beyond.
All posts by Dan O'Neil
How Smart is OKLAHOMA?
What makes this Oklahoma more than just smart is how it ruthlessly strips away the glaze of nostalgia that usually accompanies such restagings in order to uncover what seemingly must have always lurked there, submerged just below the musical’s glossy surface.
Confrontation & Complication: THE REVOLVING CYCLES TRULY AND STEADILY ROLL’D
Payne keeps his audience from jumping ahead to any particular conclusion by deploying a second (bigger, metatheatrical) frame around Karma’s story, one in which the house lights keep coming up and we are rendered, without a choice, visible – to the actors, to the audience, and (most disturbingly) to ourselves.
Athletic Kinesthetic Action On Stage
Their movement allows them to take up all the space, filling the stage all the way to the frame.
An Unfiltered Description of UGLY at Bushwick Starr
We share our sweat, our humidity, our heat. We weather it, as Kelly does inside the box.
Three Days Kaleidoscoping at NACL
What was I doing? Why was I here? What had I hoped to achieve from this? So many people I didn’t know! Communal living having its obvious benefits, but not that easy to suddenly just find one’s self there in the thick of it.
Marie and Bruce, forty years later
Hammel draws us in to her experience, while granting us a bit of separation from the material itself (which is unrelentingly bleak, flirting with misogyny, although its view of the male specimen isn’t without contempt either).
A Neverland Dystopia?
This is Peter Pan set in a dystopian futureland, the music acting as a remnant of a memory of a time when feeling was more possible, when childhood was more innocent; before we found ourselves up against a neon wall, staring out at the void, attempting to determine if we’ve (finally, like Peter did when he flew back one night only to find the window closed against him) reached a point of no return.
What Happens When Elevator Repair Service Stages a Play?
How do you deconstruct a deconstruction?
Aloha, Aloha, or When I Was Queen: Is That Voice Still Mine?
There is a dizzying effect to the realization / acknowledgement of one’s cringe-worthy actions as white person to date, and Aloha Aloha gives that kaleidoscopic wheel quite the healthy spin.
The Lucky Ones, Cracked Open at The Connelly
there’s never enough time and we’re always reaching back, trying to remember what it felt like to crack wide open for the first time.
The Wordy Worlds of Mac Wellman
The evening resembles what one might imagine how a Moth Storytelling Hour might play out if it were held at the Restaurant at the End of the Universe.