Most of us, upon hearing the term amuse-bouche, instantly think of food. But in some situations I often think of programs which offer a collection of short plays as a long string of amuse-bouches. Some are tastier and have more heft than others; some have an almost ethereal appeal.
For people like Serial Mom's Beverly Sutphin, Labor Day may mean that white shoes are no longer in season. But for me, it's the start of the theatre season and a brand new supply of hope. Bottom line? Nothing ventured, nothing gained!
Money isn't everything. These days, when people start complaining about their daily misfortunes, a friend or therapist might suggest that they sit down and draw up a "gratitude list" in order to better appreciate their assets and blessings which they so often take for granted.
Bay area audiences recently had an opportunity to experience revivals of two celebrated works which, several decades after their world premieres, seem to have lost some of their appeal. Though something was missing at the core of each show.
For me, watching a film or a live theatrical performance is a bit like making love. I'm often in the dark, unsure of the next move. Whether or not my hopes and expectations will match reality remains to be seen.
For most people, the holiday season is over and done with. Christmas decorations have been put back into storage and the tree has been disposed of. But for arts entrepreneurs the situation is quite different.