Seeing, Not Believing

My review of Michael John LaChiusa's newest music-theater piece here (and no, I haven't figured out how to get these links to open a new page).

Simple Simon

My review of The Odd Couple is up here.

Swimsuit Issues

It's not often that a playwright leaves a paper trail—of Time magazine essays, such as this one. My review of Roger Rosenblatt's new "almost a play" here.

Not Going Soft

Gotta love a typo like this.

Empty Fuller

My review of A Soldier's Play is up here.

Weird Harold

Of course Harold Pinter deserves the Nobel—for his playwriting, not for his politics. Though, as David Hare points out, the 75-year-old playwright will likely use his acceptance speech to bash Bush and Blair, that wouldn't keep me from lining up for his next play. Unfortunately, he has said publicly that he's given up playwriting for activism, and in the latter job description he has indeed proven unsubtle, nigh hysterical—a notably un-tightlipped figure that resembles none of the cryptic creeps, thugs, and ciphers of his plays. He's entitled to his megaphone, certainly, though I find this sort of takedown salutary, particularly for noting Pinter's fair-weather (or more accurately, foul-weather) support of the Kurds. (If you must know where I stand on the pressing issue of the day, it's more or less in this zone.)

Coming Up Rosie

My newest review here.