Who Scribbles the Scribbler?

Looks like Jeremy is posting Leave Freeze or Die on a semi-weekly basis these days. Here's one of the latest, which basically recreates my divorce as a Beatles tune. Much fun!



Also, new link up to Jeremy's blog, Improper Pronoun. A funny, funny man... seriously, check him out.

reviewing respite

So with the NY International Fringe Festival and the majority of the other summer fringes closed, it looks like the bulk of my summer reviewing is over. This has been a really interesting experiment for me... I don't think of myself as a writer, and certainly hadn't had to write anything on deadline since college. I got a lot out of it though; the challenge of having to have coherent, relatively text that I feel good about standing behind, delivered within 48 hours has been stressful but ultimately very rewarding.

The cool news is that Martin has asked James and I to continue on as permanent reviewers for nytheatre. I'm taking a brief break at the moment in order to get rehearsals off the ground for the new Blood Brothers show, PULP, but in a few weeks I should be back to reviewing. Looking forward to it...

summer winds down

set your drink down first...

If you haven't had a chance to read it yet, check out this post over at kick-ass fight choreographer and playwright Qui Nguyen's beyondabsurdity. Milk-snortingly funny...

Review: Riding the Bull

Riding the Bull
reviewed by Pete Boisvert for nytheatre.com

Plays focusing on religious faith and devotion and their place in our world often fall into one of two camps. Either they become bogged down in the seriousness of the weight of their subject, or they madly tear down sacred cows in an attempt to offend and shock us. Flux Theatre Ensemble’s production of August Schulenburg’s Riding the Bull finds the sweet spot between cynicism and piety, giving us a stunningly imaginative comedy that never loses sight of its own heart.

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Review: LA FEMME EST MORTE or Why I Should Not F!%# My Son

LA FEMME EST MORTE or Why I Should Not F!%# My Son
reviewed by Pete Boisvert for nytheatre.com

Pick up a newspaper, flip through a magazine, or turn on a cable news channel. Odds are the first story you encounter will be on one of two topics: war or celebrity gossip. These twin themes provide the yin and yang of 21st century corporate media. In Shalimar Productions' LA FEMME EST MORTE or Why I Should Not F!%# My Son, a very modern adaptation of the Phaedra myth by Shoshona Currier, military jingoism and the lifestyles of the rich and famous collide, with fascinating results.

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