by Brian Slattery | May 22, 2015 1:38 pm
Wearing a hard hat because the crew was still assembling the set, Sound Resident Lindsay Wagner demonstrated some of the sound design for the Long Wharf’s staging this weekend of The Boy at the Edge of Everything, by Finegan Kruckemeyer. She looked toward the stage, where one crew member was up on a ladder that reached to the high ceiling of Long Wharf’s Stage II, adjusting a light. Another crew member was below him, checking his work.
“Sound!” Wagner called.
by Allan Appel | May 19, 2015 12:23 pm
A cult has been identified in New Haven, thus far unknown to authorities. All we know of it is the following: This (above) is its emblem and name, Albean. At their weekly meetings, adherents have been sighted wearing long robes. At initiations the new acolyte strips to the waist — women can retain their bras — and the leader, a 30-something named Tyler, draws three black concentric circles on their naked torsos.
Whenever they speak to each other, on matters as trivial as announcing that a vaginal itch has finally been cured, the exchange concludes with the earnestly whispered words, “With love.”
by Chris Arnott | May 18, 2015 8:37 am
The Second Mrs. Wilson, now playing at Long Wharf Theater through May 31, is both timely and old-fashioned.
In the last few years of its first half-century, the Long Wharf Theater and its artistic director, Gordon Edelstein, have been doing their damnedest to revive a dying dramatic genre — the history play. One-person biodramas will never go away — they’re easy to produce and attractive for celebrities. But ensemble pieces based on true life events? Lavish period pieces reliant on real research? Revisionist histories? They don’t write ‘em like they used to.
by Lucy Gellman | May 15, 2015 4:12 pm
Hooker eighth-grader Melissa Cisija was acting out again. Seated against a backdrop of her favorite possessions — a globe, rocking softly to and fro from its stony shelf, an eyeglass, and a fork, formerly known as a dinglehopper — she crossed her arms, shook her head, and glared at the audience before her.
“I just want to belong!,” she exclaimed.
by Brian Slattery | May 13, 2015 3:24 pm | Comments (1)
“New Haven: Bigger than Los Angeles,” proclaimed Mayor Toni Harp.
Harp made the declaration at the Shubert Wednesday afternoon, explaining how the touring company for the Broadway hit Matilda is following the old-school pattern of opening its show at the New Haven theater before taking it on the road.
While in town, the play is expected to generate about $2 million in overall economic activity for the city, officials said..
“We’re excited from an arts and cultural standpoint,” Harp said. “We’re also excited from a dollars and cents standpoint.”
by Allan Appel | May 11, 2015 1:06 pm
Never in her life had Rachel Zwick gone into Home Depot—or any store—to buy a five-sixteenths combo wrench or five-inch floppy disks for sanders.
by Donald Brown | May 6, 2015 1:11 pm
Funny, fun to watch, and perceptive, Sheila Callaghan’s Elevada, directed by Jackson Gray and playing at the Yale Rep through May 16, is a play aimed at the young, but not so young — those who are still looking for fun and for meaningful relationships, those willing to be indulgent, even silly, but trying too for a certain gravitas. Set in a New York of virtual lives, life-threatening disease, recovery from addiction, and trying to connect, it’s a play about adults still trying to figure out what adult means well after college and well before middle age.
by Donald Brown | May 6, 2015 12:10 pm
Emily Zemba thinks her generation takes itself maybe a “little too seriously.” Phillip Howze admits that he has long had “a secret crush on musicals.” And “something clicked” — the spark of a new play — when Ryan Campell read Euripedes.
by C.A. Nolte | May 4, 2015 8:00 am | Comments (1)
Before he was roasted, Andy Sharpe stepped out of Joker’s Wild Comedy Club on Wooster Street for a cigarette. The interior of the club was dim, amber light filling the space everywhere except for the stage, where the spot light rested on an empty podium. Two rows of armless chairs lined the stage to the left, where the roasters would sit. A wicker chair with cushioned footstool, looking like a castoff from the set of Golden Girls, was positioned between the stage and the roasters’ bleachers. A few people milled about, ordering drinks.
by David Sepulveda | Apr 15, 2015 1:59 pm | Comments (2)
For Elizardi Castro, doing hard time as a Puerto Rican attorney in America may not have been nearly as challenging as being the only lawyer in a large, Puerto Rican family.