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We Just Sorta Echo Each Other

For a time, I thought Ethan Hawke was the worst, most destructive stage actor in New York City.  Shakespeare, Chekhov, Brecht—it seemed there was no canonized playwright he was unwilling to defile, no production safe from his histrionics, his loud, heavily gestural, and self-absorbed brand of performance.  So it is with great delight and more […]

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Let Us Be Sort of Your Managers with Regards to All Things Existential

At each turn, Branden Jacobs-Jenkins’ Everybody is designed to get its audience members to project themselves onto its characters.  The house lights are up about half the time, preventing us from relaxing into the darkness.  Many of the actors begin the play among us, only joining their co-stars fifteen minutes into the show as a reminder that we too […]

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If Not Him, Who?

You can tell you’re at the Larry David play just by listening to the audience.  Someone complains that it’s too cold.  Another is outraged to hear that, should she have to get up to go to the bathroom, she won’t be readmitted until after the act break.  Phones are not turned off, and five minutes […]

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