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By Andrew Martin
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The production of a script such as Matt Saldarelli's absurdist comedy Getting Even With Shakespeare, running as part of this summer's Fringe Festival at the Players Theatre, always brings with it a potentially-inherent danger, in making a wrong turn midway through, and becoming too clever for its own good. Mercifully, this is one of those all-too-rare occasions where the playwright and director, Laura Konsin, as well as the stunning ensemble of seven, know exactly where and when to call a halt, and never create a runaway train that courses over the collective head of the audience.
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By Andrew Martin
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By now, the name of Trent Armand Kendall is hardly unfamiliar to New York's cultural intelligentsia or the worldwide sphere, whether for his work on Broadway or concerts here and abroad. But it is with his unequivocally prodigious offering of the one-man musical show Picture Incomplete at LaMama, presented as part of this summer's Fringe Festival, that he is afforded the chance to dazzle as never before.
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By Rob Lester
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Platinum, an old musical about the recording biz, has been “reissued” after fizzling quickly as a big Broadway show in 1978, and, definitely UN-“super-sized,” it’s part of the New York International Fringe Festival, there with the much newer little bite-sized musicals and plays. I go into each Fringe show with high hopes, but also a lot of worry on top of that. What, me worry? Yes, there are always diamonds in the rough and other shows that are just rough going.
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By Andrew Martin
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Even those who've known actress/comedienne Mary Dimino personally or professionally for two decades (or even longer), can't help but feel as though they are at long last staring directly into the recesses of her marvelous mind, with her presentation of her one-woman show Scared Skinny, part of the New York Fringe Festival at Tom Noonan's Paradise Theatre on East 4th Street.
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By Rob Lester
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In the world of musical theatre, anything can happen, and often does. This is especially true at the New York International Fringe Festival. Dinosaurs can sing and dance in one show and bring a fresh energy to musical theatre traditions that may seem, um, prehistoric…and the next day, at another show, the genre can seem as extinct as dinosaurs. I’ve seen musicals with feminist themes, set centuries and worlds apart: one involving an 18-year-old woman who wants to follow in her grandfather’s footsteps and be a grand wizard and the other an assertive woman coming to NYC to program computers and wishing she could de-program the sexist men.
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By Andrew Martin
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It's said that the road to hell is paved with good intentions. Likewise, so are the cobblestone streets that lead to the New School Drama Center at 151 Bank Street, on the grounds of the old Westbeth Theatre. And one would hope, but hope against hope, that perhaps a play like Michel Tremblay's Manon/Sandra, running therein as part of this year's Fringe Festival and translated from its original form by John Van Burek, might be less of a fresh hell than what was unleashed upon an unsuspecting public who gathered to bear witness.
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By Elli – The King Of Broadway
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In the 1933 film I’m No Angel, Mae West says, "When I’m good I’m very, very, good – and when I’m bad, I’m better.” This past Saturday night, Anne Marie Finnie, as Mae West, showed us just how very good she is at bringing Mae back to life.
The delightful evening at The Actor's Temple began with event organizer LindaAnn Loschiavo, author of the play, Courting Mae West: Sex, Censorship & Secrets,
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By Andrew Martin
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By the mid-1990s, when she decided she was here in to stay in the Big Apple, Texas native Faye Lane had already begun grabbing any and all audience possible as an actress, singer, poetess, storyteller and all-around really nice person, with a brilliant mix of sophistication and a down-home quality that proved her as sincerely sweet as a strawberry pie.
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By Penny Landau
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This week, Penny Landau, aka: The TV Junkie, takes a break from her usual column. Instead of talking to the TV, she's talking to actress/singer EMILY BERGL, who, on Thursday, August 26th will be making her New York cabaret debut. Born in the UK to an Irish mother and a British father, Bergl grew up mainly in Chicago. Although she films in LA and other locations, she considers New York City her home. Emily talked about her film, stage and TV work (she joins the cast of “Desperate Housewives” this fall), but foremost on her mind, is her cabaret debut this week at Metropolitan Room.
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By Sandi Durell
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Eight years back was slump time for the funny and talented comic, Jim David. So when Mom said she had a friend who had a friend who was looking for a director, he went back home to Thermal City, NC, to direct an amateur theatre production of A Streetcar Named Desire. After all, when you’ve been a costumed chicken delivering singing telegrams for a living while climbing the ladder of success, this must have sounded pretty good! As David says “It’s all who you know!” Besides which, he told his friends he’d been hired by “the most up-and-coming experimental theatre in the South.”
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By Rob Lester
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Back to the Fringe Festival -- that theatrical crap-shoot. A few weeks wherein 197 plays produced is bound to produce some gems for theatrical prospectors and bound to yield the "ehhh!!!" among the edgy. Here, in my second round-up, I look at two musicals. I report on how I rather enjoyably sat through satire and am in the camp of admirers for a musical taking place at summer camp. Next time, I'll get to some that are more problematic: the brought-back-from-the-dead 1970s flop Broadway musical Platinum needs more shining up, and am sad to say you won't be bound to be spellbound for more than a short spell by Spellbound, and wouldn't be rushin' to see a certain Russian gal's story.
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By Kathleen France
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(Editor’s Note: Here is our observer/interviewer on the scene bringing you up to date as Metropolitan Room’s NYC singing contest gets down to its finalists, with the winner getting a run at the club and a CD recording of it. It’s been sold out, so call (212)206-0440 right away for one of the last two nights, August 23 and 30, when the winners are chosen…or be content to listen to the buzz from our fly on the wall,
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