When Mary Zimmerman was announced to direct/adapt Disney's The Jungle Book, I was surprised. I never thought the production would materialize (Pinocchio, anyone?), but knew that if it did, I'd have to see it.
Quick: would you rather pay $115 (or $303 to a ticket broker) to see the misbegotten offspring of Walt Disney and Mary Zimmerman, or pay nothing whatsoever to see a powerhouse re-interpretation of Clifford Odets's Depression-era howl of protest?
Brought together through Mary Zimmerman's unique perspective, White Snake is one more exhibition of a visionary's genius. Zimmerman doesn't simply fashion engrossing plays; she creates theatrical magic.