Ann Lemons Pollack
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Not the Same Old Stuffed Celery
It’s party season! I’m working on a new book, which will be out – I hope – this time next year. So I’m not going out to dine nearly so much, and I’m not going to theater nearly so much as I normally do. But family life goes on, and I recently returned from a
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West End Grill & Pub
Not just for patrons of the Gaslight Theatre, and to the delight of regulars, WEGAP is back. https://www.stlmag.com/dining/west-end-grill-and-pub/
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The Women of Lockerbie
There is easy theatre – big happy musicals, carefully drawn comedies, those shows people hear about and decide to go see at some large, well-known place with numerous parking spaces. And then there’s the other kind. The longer I go to theatre, the more I find myself looking forward to plays I haven’t ever seen.
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Feeding Beatrice
Our Halloween present from the Rep arrived a day late. Feeding Beatrice opened November 1 in the Studio Theatre, giving us a world premiere from Kirsten Greenidge, the playwright whose work Milk Like Sugar was done by the Black Rep earlier this year. It’s a self-described Gothic tale, although it’s surely the only one of
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The Lifespan of a Fact
Arguing about words: What a time it is for a play about them! Even more than when American discussed what the meaning of “is” is, we’re ripe for this play, the one with the line “I’m not interested in accuracy, I’m interested in the truth.” The Lifespan of a Fact considers itself a comedy. And
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The Who’s Tommy
I’m not sure just how it was that I never saw The Who’s Tommy until Stray Dog Theatre’s current production. So I came in as a neophyte, especially since I really wasn’t a fan of The Who back in the day. The show is a fantasy that lends itself to lots of variations and interpretations.
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Brighton Beach Memoirs
Even the worst of people are not totally useless, as the wag said, they can always serve as a bad example. It’s true of families, as well, n.b., Neil Simon’s Brighton Beach Memoirs. Simon’s quasi-autobiographical play is the story of the adolescent Eugene Jerome and his life in Brooklyn in the time just before America