by Megan Mooney
Just a forewarning… My laptop got stolen and it’s kind of knocked me off kilter (it’ so posting will be a bit more sporadic and may not be quite up to snuff. Hopefully I will be able to get a new laptop shortly. Now, on to the review…
The production of Black Rider at Tarragon Theatre is an incredible, and bizarre, show. And, really, it’s hard to expect anything else from a collaboration between William S. Burrows and Tom Waits. In fact, Scott, my show-partner for this one, described it as “a hilarious nightmare. I think it’s a pretty apt description actually. If I had been in a different headspace, or a kid, I would have been terrified.
Continue reading Black Rider –Tarragon Theatre
By Alex Rayment
So have you ever wondered what would happen if you put an existential philosophy textbook, a handful of amphetamines and the witty banter that goes on in your head after staying up for 72 hours into a blender?
Great – ’cause [boxhead] by Crow’s Theatre in association with Mammalian Diving Reflex at Buddies in Bad Times Theatre is your answer.
Continue reading [boxhead] – Buddies in Bad Times
By Dana Lacey
Eavesdropping on theatre-goers at Canadian Stage Company’s presentation of Frost/Nixon made me feel incredibly young. People were asking each other where they were during what would turn out to be the most-watched interview ever, and I wasn’t even a fetus yet. Full disclosure: I was born in the 80s. I wasn’t around during most of television’s big-time events: Other than September 11th, I can’t think of a single time I’ve been really moved by something on television. Sometimes I’m jealous that I wasn’t anywhere when Kennedy was shot, and that I missed out on the paranoia-fuelled days of Watergate. Reality television didn’t centre around singing back then, but was just a tacky. Frost/Nixon captures that perfectly. Continue reading Frost/Nixon – Canadian Stage Company
by Megan Mooney
If you’re not in the theatre industry then there’s a reasonable chance that you haven’t heard of the Siminovitch Prize in Theatre. Which, really, is kind of a shame, ‘cause it’s a pretty cool prize. They awarded this year’s prize last night.
A quick description from their website:
The Siminovitch Prize in Theatre was introduced in 2001 and dedicated to renowned scientist Lou Siminovitch and his late wife Elinore, a playwright. Sponsored by BMO Financial Group, Canada’s largest annual theatre arts award recognizes direction, playwriting and design in three-year cycles
This year it was playwriting. And the award went to Daniel MacIvor – honestly, I’m not sure I could think of a more perfect person for it to go to.
Continue reading Congratulations Mr. MacIvor!
By Ryan Oakley
I didn’t expect much from Classical Theatre Project’s interpretation of “The Great Gatsby.” I only hoped for good-looking actors clothed in high style. My hopes were low and they were wrong. The costumes were merely adequate and I was irritated by the length of Gatsby’s jacket sleeves throughout. But the play was well-executed by both cast and crew. More importantly, it made the right choices.
Continue reading The Great Gatsby: The Classical Theatre Project
Okay, so, apparently I have entered some rift in space and time and have lost a couple days. So, this review is overdue, and, not yet done. But I don’t want you to miss out, because Soulpepper’s Raisin in the Sun is a great show. Leading to the quick teaser:
Continue reading Teaser – Raisin in the Sun – Soulpepper
So, you may have noticed that whenever I write a review of a show there are two opinions, mine and that of another random person. The idea is to try and provide more than one perspective on the show.
Here’s the thing…
Continue reading One way to see theatre for free in Toronto…
By Dana Lacey
It wasn’t like anything I’d ever seen before. Wild Dogs is a set of monologues woven together, often competing with each other. The premise, straight from the playbill: “each evening at dusk, six people gather at the edge of the woods calling their dogs back–dogs that have turned wild.” Relationships bloom as the group battles loneliness and loss,
trying to understand why their dogs left them and just what it means to be wild.
The play is an adaption of Helen Humphreys’ novel, and fans can appreciate that all of the play’s dialogue is lifted directly from the book. The result? Not quite play, not quite book reading, Wild Dogs is simply staged poetry (“To be wild is to live by instincts, not imagination.”) It’ll make you uncomfortable in an eerie, I’m-learning-something-about-myself way.
Continue reading Wild Dogs – Nightwood Theatre
J. Kelly Nestruck wrote today about conflicting opening nights, pointing out how common they are in Toronto, and how unnecessary they are.
Continue reading Opening nights – the big fights
by Megan Mooney
Okay, so, this isn’t really about theatre, although, for me this comes about as a result of my university theatre education.
So, last week we had an ultra sound. As I was watching the screen I noticed a heading that said ‘gender’. What went through my head was:
“You can’t tell gender, you can only tell sex, gender is a societal construct”
By the way, you can all thank Ric Knowles for me having that thought. *grin*