It's no secret theatre districts act as important economic engines in urban areas. Although many theatres have been built in reasonable proximity to concert halls and mass transit lines, grouping auditoriums together as part of an architectural concept started nearly 100 years ago.
There's a reliable rule of the stage according to which, if the actors are having fun, the audience absolutely will. That's what's rambunctiously going on throughout Daniel Sullivan's fooling around with William Shakespeare's late romance, Cymbeline.
Everybody knows about gang comedies, most often as television series. Something less talked about, if ever talked about, are gang tragedies -- or let's say, gang dramas. They exist as well, often as plays.
With Placebo, Melissa James Gibson, who's written some A-plus plays is intent on depicting the difficulty of keeping a love affair buoyant. The object of Louise's often-unrequited affection is Jonathan (William Jackson Harper), who appears to be housebound.
This week we get the revivals of Tom Stoppard's somewhat autobiographical The Real Thing (1982), at the American Airlines Theatre, and Terrence McNally's Lips Together, Teeth Apart (1991), at Second Stage's Tony Kiser Theatre.
At its core, The Last Ship poses a religious quest for redemption: Father Jim (Fred Applegate) hears Gideon's confession of sins of the flesh, drink, and foul talk. But hey, this father has a few foibles of his own.
Movie-goers haunted by the horror flick's final image will likely be waiting for it and dismayed when they don't get it. As they leave the theater, they'll realized they've had to settle for a not terrible but no more than mediocre version of Stephen King's prom-night nightmare inducer.