The Hollywood Fringe Festival's Week One Diary—Part III is all about the Bard who is nicely represented this year with a number of works, these are a few that just struck my interest: MACDETH! From Great Britain, or as it’s known nowadays Britain, Ryan J-W Smith brings this
Hollywood Fringe, Week One —Part IV The main stays of any Fringe are the solo performances; one-man shows, one-woman, one-whatever shows. There are a whole slew of them, so I’ve divided them into categories. HISTORICAL/BIO SOLO SHOWS BLOODY BEAUTIFUL Another presentation of the Proboscis Company, featuring Erica Flor as
Well, the ninth of June, the official kick off for Hollywood Fringe 2016, is quickly approaching. Like some huge lumbering forest troll who will stride right over me and not even notice that glob of mashed playwright between its toes. I can best describe the sensation
The Fringe Week One Continued
The surest way to appreciate Steven Berkoff’s Hairy Ape now playing at the Odyssey Theatre Ensemble is to have acquaintance with Eugene O’Neill’s play of the same name. O’Neill’s Hairy Ape was first staged in 1922. It falls in what critics and scholars have designated his “second
The most disappointing feature of Lee Blessing’s succinct if a tad “lite” A Walk in the Woods now gracing the stage of Long Beach’s International City Theatre is its stubborn and annoying relevance. Blessing has a Master’s Eye of seeing the potential of theatrical success in
Next Fall by Geoffrey Nauffts is a stunningly sincere and heartfelt drama that is sure to move any audience. That may be an odd way to kick off a review, but when one leaves the Macha Theatre after the final bows are taken, what they will
Well once again you have the opportunity of experiencing one of the true treats of L.A. Sunday, May 22 – Forever Flamenco. Why do I keep urging you to get down to the Fountain Theatre in Hollywood and partake in this monthly series? What makes Flamenco so special,
"He was looking for someone else, you say—someone who was not you?" "He was looking for little Miles." A portentous clearness now possessed me. "That’s whom he was looking for." "But how do you know?" "I know, I know, I know!" My exaltation grew. "And you know, my
Dry Land by Ruby Rae Spiegel drew its inspiration from a 2012 article in The New Republic concerning the assault on the reproductive rights of women in America and the lengths some found themselves forced to go through when faced with an unwanted pregnancy. In the
