Lewis Jackson’s ugly free throw attempt landed on the back iron and stopped dead as if it was deflated. Instead, it dropped through, and Purdue squeezed the air out of Siena’s season, 72-64, in the first round of the NCAA tournament South Regional Friday at the Spokane Arena.
It is no indictment of the intelligence of young people to suggest that NYSTI’s production of “Romeo and Juliet” perhaps works better for a student audience than an adult audience. Director Ron Holgate’s decision to set the scene in modern day Iraq, for example, may resonate with them.
William Gibson’s play, “The Miracle Worker,” which chronicles the early life of Helen Keller and her teacher and mentor, Annie Sullivan, has captivated and inspired audiences for more than 50 years.
There is little that is random about Random Dance. This marvelous ensemble from England is deliberate in its action, intention and ability to completely enthrall.
“Wilt thou accept the pontificality?” What kind of question is that for a twitching, nervous nebbish of a soul living alone in a cold-water flat, subsisting on bread, water and cigarettes? But the question does intrigue.
In front of a truly enthusiastic audience on Tuesday night, the Tony Award-winning rock musical “Spring Awakening” charged onto the stage at Proctors, providing theatergoers a magnificent production of a provocative and daring modern musical.
As many times as I’ve seen Ira Levin’s “Deathtrap” I never realized it was a hilarious comedy. And that may be the problem with Home Made Theater’s production.
For hundreds of years, scholars, students and audiences have questioned whether Shakespeare’s “The Merchant of Venice” is one long anti-Semitic rant with brief commentary on the call of justice or another comedy of relationships where a resourceful woman tricks and tests her man by wearing some pants.
"And Then There Were None," based on the novel originally published as “Ten Little Indians” is, as any great Agatha Christie mystery, peopled with quirky characters, dark and stormy nights and isolated country houses. And NYSTI's Christie is pure fun.
First, let me say that the charming comedy “Beau Jest,” now being presented by Schenectady Civic Players, had its opening night audience rolling in the aisles.
Wallowing in superhero fantasies, questioning subjects large and abstract while being seduced by consumerism — these are the subjects of Jeremy Wade’s quirky and thought-provoking “there is no end to more.”
Back in the day, the musical “Grease” used to be cool. Written in 1972 as gritty, sexy pastiche of the whole greaser era of delinquent behavior, poodle skirts, rolled-up jeans and cigarettes and beer, the show was a fun, slightly edgy and tuneful look back at 1950s teenage angst and frustrated sexual awakening. In the national tour visiting Proctors through Sunday, the show has been transformed into a Vegas-style musical that includes an audience sing-along, an unnecessary vanity visit from a current celebrity and characters who have been pumped up into cartoons that Ward and June Cleaver would fine insipid.
