Month: March 2016
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Alive as Fuck: PIONEERS!#goforth at JACK
At the start of playwright/director William Burke’s PIONEERS!#goforth at JACK, we are seated. We are in little chairs. We see a huge net, hanging above us, watching us. JACK’s perimeter […]
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Photo Taking and Theater Making: REALLY at Abrons Arts Center
Ms. Drury, without being too showy, infuses our experience with evocative contradictions, challenges, and perceptions of imagery, some of it imagined, but somehow, magically, some of it real, pulled from our own memories and allowed to commingle with our internal experience of the play for a split second.
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Slavic Soul Remix: Bring a Weasel and a Pint of your Own Blood Festival at JACK
The annual dare: Mac Wellman challenges three of his Brooklyn College playwrights to write short pieces based on the same source material, this year Maxim Gorky’s remembrances of Tolstoy, Chekhov, […]
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They, Themself, and Schmerm at Abrons Art Center
Becca has a magnetism naturally suited for an audience. Flexible in expression, solid in stature, Becca can hold their own. It’s no wonder friends encouraged them to do a solo show.
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Are we a Fossil, and Of Facings @ Gibney Dance
A kinetic set design, drawing our attention to action rather than artifact.
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Target Margin’s “Drunken With What” Tackles O’Neill’s Take On Greek Drama
David Herskovits’s latest investigation into the art of theater kicks off with a pared down adaptation of “Mourning Becomes Electra”
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RHINBECCA, NY at The Brick: Windmills of Logic
Theater Reconstruction Ensemble’s Rhinbecca, NY at The Brick
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CAENIS at Pace Gallery
A response to CAENIS at the Pace Gallery through March 19th.
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Searching for Bohemia
The Civilians’ Rimbaud in New York @ BAM
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World Premiere at Dixon Place: BOOMERANG’s Repercussion
You take a risk, almost kill yourself, you find a solution and go from there. Your solution is what you are starting with.
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Return of the Repressed: Clare Barron’s I’LL NEVER LOVE AGAIN at The Bushwick Starr
I’ll Never Love Again transcends one woman’s story to become a kind of inter-generational love letter to the fleeting intensity of adolescence and the lives we led before our skins solidified into patterns made by love, loss, and time.
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Performing the Self in Rage – The Life of an Artist
It was real and sad and they all kept going without much change for a long time.