By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes! This portentous line is uttered by one of the three weird sisters in Shakespeare’s Macbeth. Coming to L.A. this October is a spooky staging of Ray...
In my twenty-five years of theater reviewing, time and again when I find myself less enthusiastic about a show, ninety-nine percent of the time the culprit is the writing. One would think that there’d be a higher...
Thornton Wilder’s 1942 Pulitzer Prize-winning play, The Skin of Our Teeth, is an assuredly odd duck. It’s eighty-two years old but still seems postmodern with its frequent fourth-wall breaking, playfulness with time and...
Neil LaBute’s new two-hander play drops us right into a date-in-progress. The pair have drunkenly staggered back to one of the couple’s place to hang out after a night of drinking. “I’m not staying!” the woman (Jules...