You know what it’s like, when your friends talk endlessly about that one-in-a-million person? Upon seeing pictures, hearing of their incredible achievements, or uncovering their tragic history, you begin to feel as though you know that person already. Still, all the buildup serves to produce is an expectant and awkward introduction. Nothing compares to a personal, first impression.
Openings-wise, Evita gave me the Andrew-Lloyd-Webber impression right away. It…Continue
Photo Courtesy of Hennepin Theater Trust, ©2014 Michal Daniel
It’s not every day that you get to see a flawless trapeze act going on immediately above a gang of Nazis as they pummel a poor, American fellow. However, little spectacles like this…Continue
Imagine someone handed you his diary. Not just a standard, stale journal: a beat-up, beloved diary, filled with his most intimate thoughts, since birth. Now, imagine the owner of this diary was well connected enough to refer to Louis Armstrong and Sammy Davis Jr. by their first names. If you can, imagine that diary was narrated by the distinctive, nasal voice of Mike Wazowski. Hard to imagine anything more amusing, eh?
Billy Crystal’s 700 Sundays…Continue
“I heard that the puppets are better in this show than in Lion King,” one elderly patroness said to her friend. I felt my blood run cold, then quietly started compiling evidence against her statement. The lights went up, and the first thing I saw was a man’s hand on the giant, mechanical foal tail. It twitched, and I literally jumped in my seat, utterly creeped out. Then, out of nowhere, a chorus of puppeteers gave out a shrill, all-too-human whinny. “Is that supposed to…Continue