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August 13 - September 7, 2008
Theories of the Sun
Reviewed August 16 by
David Siegel |
Running Time 3:00 one intermission
A satisfying evening on a tough topic: aging and dying |
In this world premiere, Kathleen Akerley uses mystery and
verbal sleight-of-hand to contemplate and puzzle through major life events
that confront the central character and those who surround her. This eight
actor play has rewards and deserves attention for its daring and cheek;
flaws and all. There is some attention-grabbing dialogue, as well as
nicely-turned character development and nuanced acting in an ultimately
satisfying production. Abby Wood plays the central character with an
initially unexplained medical affliction. She is in a wonderland not of her
making and wants answers. She acts with a sweetness about her and an “I want
to know why this is” attitude. Her enigmatic nemesis, represented by Michael
John Casey, is all pleasantries and hypnotic voice as he goes about his
business using multi-cultural myths and stunning story-telling. Coming in at
nearly three hours, the production is over-stuffed with some empty calories
that add little to the play’s progression. But, it is a rewarding evening
for those willing to brazen out the twists and turns and cul-de-sacs set
before the audience. This show may well appeal most to those tough old birds
beginning to feel the bumps and bruises of life even if, in their own mind’s
eye, they remain in rip-roaring great health, possess a full, thick head of
hair, and nothing is drooping under their clothes.
Story Line:
A play about community and loss, about the different ways grief is expressed
and felt, and how pain is excised with ritual and humor. It takes place at a
small hotel in France in 1963 where Tom Stoppard and Tennessee Williams are
both staying when a mother and daughter come to consult with a doctor about
the daughter’s mysterious medical condition. The title comes from a number
of myths told throughout the play of how the Sun came into existence and
lived its life.
Playwright Akerley is known in the Potomac
Region for her daring productions and acting. Here she has written a play
bursting with vexing ideas, but with a meandering script which can seem a
bit academically-based at times. She seems to be attempting a high-brow,
secular, non-religious treatise, but has a tendency to add unnecessary
literary flourishes and theatrical conceits. Some of the extras include the
description of an ever changing dinner menu and references to beautiful
poetry that would only be cheered by a PhD in Literature. Theater
cognoscenti will give hosannas to the transparent homage to Tom
Stoppard, as Stoppard and Tennessee Williams meet to chat about their
distinct theater styles. Here is Williams, all heat and strong whiskey, and
Stoppard, all cool and wine bound. As a co-director with Jonathan Church,
Akerley has a deft touch, especially in physical presentations of
intellectual matters. They have taken the script and molded it into a work
accessible for a larger number of theater goers, but more trimming of
theatrical flourishes would be good.
The
script revolves around Wood’s character, a woman whose baffling medical
malady has affected her life and her relationships with friends and family.
Wood is stiff at her entrance but softens and becomes much more warmly
expressive over the course of the production. Her costumes change to more
colorful peignoirs and pretty dresses that that hug her body and swirl as
her hips turn. Casey is a charmer as a middle-aged man who wants to reach
out and lay a hand on Wood, but not in the way that touching might normally
mean. He is almost a religious icon in this very intellectual, non-faith
based play which uses cultural myths about the birth of the Sun to stand in
for Western religion. When he tells the stories about the birth and life of
the Sun, he is at his pulpit: sonorous, melodious and enthralling. Kathleen
Akerley moves through this production ably and at the end presents
unexpected bravado while seeking certain assurances that are central to this
play’s arc. Michael Glenn’s "Tennessee Williams" and Dylan Pinter’s "Tom
Stoppard" seem to be thin characters and add a bit to the background, but
little to the foreground of the central theme. Jason Stiles, as a man with
his own mystifying existence, has the ability to render himself as a
regular guy or something a bit different. Jason Lott’s "Doctor" is the main
levity of the evening. He is a hoot as he prods and probes, sniffs and
grimaces. As he noses a small vial of urine to see what he can learn, he is
either the greatest scientist or the most perverted. Daniel Vito Siefring,
as the hotel proprietor, is all stuffiness and obsequious.
The
Longacre Lea technical work is solid throughout. In Hannah J. Crowell’s
scenic design, the Callahan theater space is given a summery look with a
2-tier patio setting with white patio furniture and a number of doors and
windows. The lighting is especially lush amber when Sun stories are
depicted. Sound affects are generous from the pouring of wine to the buzzing
sounds that can be heard in one’s head. Costumes for the women change
throughout the production showing various internal journeys; the men remain
in the same well-healed clothes throughout.
Written by Kathleen
Akerley. Co-directed by Kathleen Akerley and Jonathon Church. Choreographed
by Heather Haney. Design: Hannah J. Crowell (set) Gail Stewart Beach
(costumes) John Burkland (lights), Neil McFadden (sound) Jesse Terrill
(original music) Clinton Brandhagen (photography) Jessica Pearson (stage
manager.) Cast: Kathleen Akerley, Michael John Casey, Michael Glenn, Jason
Lott, Dylan Pinter, Daniel Vito Siefring, Jason Stiles, Abby Wood. |
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August 15 - September 9, 2007
The Hothouse
Reviewed by
Brad Hathaway |
Running time 2:15 - one intermission
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A Potomac Stages Pick for a progressive descent into bureaucratic insanity
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Sometimes, when you say that the most entertaining part of a play is
intermission, it is a nasty remark. Not so, here. The intermission routine,
which carries on even as the audience takes a break, is a connection between
a genuinely compelling first act and a more confusing continuation in act
two. Together, the two halves form an enjoyable if somewhat
incomprehensible whole which is delivered with polish and panache by an
absolutely superb cast including well known Potomac Region actors such as
Michael John Casey, Michael Glenn and
Jason Lott as well as less well known but no less capable
newcomers Daniel Vito Siefring and Dylan Pinter. Together they tackle Harold Pinter's
challenging play about a day in a mental institution with a sense of adventure
under Kathleen Akerley's always intelligent direction.
Storyline: The incompetent administrator of a mental institution is
astonished to find, on Christmas day no less, that one of the inmates has
given birth to a boy child. He's further astonished to learn that she claims
that she can't be certain of the paternity since most of the staff has had
relations with her. (The hint of a biblical nativity passes quickly here.)
The search for the father turns the institution upside down, almost as much
as does the request of the understaff for a Christmas address from the
administrator.
As is often the case with a Harold Pinter play,
language is more than words. It is the structure of expression that marks
the text and gives the cast a great deal with which to work. An intriguing
and outlandish beginning swirls off into confusing but no less intriguing
territory before the evening is done. It is the skill of Kathleen Akerley
that keeps this production so coherent and entertaining. For one thing, she
has an obvious love of the intellectual approach to dialogue that is the
essence of this verbal circus. For another, she mounts the entire play with
an earnestness and high sense of seriousness that allows the wit and
cleverness of the dialogue to shine. But her most important contribution
appears to be in casting the production in the first place.
Michael John Casey is delightfully precise in the
opening moments of the play as the totally in-command but completely
incompetent administrator. His enunciation, his manner and his gestures are
razor sharp. As the administrator's command of his situation deteriorates,
so does Casey's portrayal show all the appropriate rough edges. By the
second act, he's disheveled and even a bit pallid (with the help of what
appears to be some grey makeup, at that). Michael Glenn's smooth sycophant
of a second in command is a superb foil. Jason Lot, Abby Wood and Jonathon
Church all do nifty work as well as the staff. The two newcomers, Siefring
and Pinter, take small roles and deliver equally sharp and detailed
performances as the spokesman for the "understaff" and as an administrator
in the headquarters the institution reports to.
Elizabeth Jenkins McFadden has provided a unit set for
the piece that is imaginative and memorable, with a central structure of
various levels before a deteriorating hot-house wall of sheet plastic. Add
Gail Stewart Beach's character-driven wardrobe and Neil McFadden's
soundscape, and the atmosphere of the piece feels just right.
Written by Harold Pinter. Directed by Kathleen
Akerley. Design: Elizabeth Jenkins McFadden (set) Gail Stewart Beach
(costumes) Annie Alesandrini (properties) John Burkland (lights) Neil
McFadden (sound) Elliot Homburg (photography) Megan Reichelt (stage
manager). Cast: Michael John Casey, Jonathon Church, Michael Glenn, Jason
Lott, Dylan Pinter, Daniel Vito Siefring, Abby Wood. |
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August 16 -
September 10, 2006
Rosencrantz &
Guildenstern Are Dead |
Running time 3 hours - 2 intermissions
Great wordplay in a meandering plot
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Kathleen Akerley directs Tom Stoppard's famous dark comedy about two of
Hamlet's friends. Her concentration is on the bright dialogue exchanges not
only between the two title characters but the rest of the small cast as
well. Since that cast includes a number of very gifted actors working
together in fine ensemble fashion, there are many moments of inspired
wordplay and not a few very effective pieces of physical acting that are to
be savored. However, at a full three hours, the evening drags even as
individual moments enchant. The lack of a solid plotline or even much
suspense is its downfall. Given Stoppard's adherence to the structure of
Shakespeare's tragedy, the vast majority of the audience
knows how the play will end long before either Rosencrantz or Guildenstern
do. After all, practically every experienced theatergoer knows how Hamlet
ends and those who don't should have no difficulty anticipating the
denouement. The cleverness of Stoppard's writing, for all its brilliance at
dialogue, is insufficient to make the audience care enough about just how he
will bring events to their inevitable conclusion to carry their attention
along to the end.
Storyline: One of the innumerable "back stories" of Shakespeare's Hamlet
shows the two menial members of the castle population who are used by
Claudius to spy on "The Melancholy Dane." Most of the play takes place in
those moments the pair aren't on stage in the Bard's play.
Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead was the
breakthrough for Tom Stoppard. Indeed, it was first produced as an amateur
piece and then had a professional premier at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival
of 1966. Since then both play and author have gone on to substantial
success. It is easy to see why it would wow fringe festival audiences,
especially if it were given a quality performance by actors who could pull
off its complicated blend of light banter and hidden meaning. Whatever the
qualities of the cast in Scotland in 1966, the cast here in Washington forty
years later is fist rate. Jonathon Church and
Jason Stiles are Guildenstern and Rosencrantz, or is that Rosencrantz and
Guildenstern? (It is a running gag of the piece that their identities keep
getting mixed up, just as Hamlet appears to mix them up in Scene II of
Shakespeare's Act II.) Both are delights as first Stiles and then Church
seems to have the upper hand intellectually, but neither character really has a grasp
of the world they inhabit. Watching the two work together is the primary
pleasure of the evening. Add to that very sharp work by Michael John Casey
as the player who seems to know a great deal about the play, Hamlet,
and really enjoyable work by Michael Glenn as the Hamlet character himself,
and you have many great moments to distract you from looking at your watch,
wondering just how much longer this is going to last.
Abby wood's clever set design provides for entrances and exits
from three principal directions, not just two. Characters can enter or exit
stage right or stage left, but much of the time the raked platform of the
stage provides space behind the playing area for actors to jump off or climb
into the world of the action. The platform is riddled with trap doors
through which characters pass, and is lined with jagged, rippling slits which
shine with light from within.
Written by Tom Stoppard. Directed by Kathleen Akerley.
Design: Abby Wood (set) Gail Stewart Beach (costumes) John Burkland (lights)
Michael Glenn (sound) Elliot Homburg (photography) Annie Alesandrini
(properties and stage management). Cast: Michael John Casey, Jonathon
Church, Michael Glenn, Jason Lott, Jason Styles, Alexander Strain.
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August 10 - September
4, 2005
Energumen
and The Real
Inspector Hound |
Reviewed August 25
Running time 2:10 - one intermission:
Two contrasting short pieces
- one is a kick but the other is a drag
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Stoppard script |
A double bill of short pieces is directed by Kathleen Akerley with her
trademark accent on the words being spoken. The cast throws itself into each
piece with a great deal of energy and a lot of intelligence. The energy is
particularly impressive for Tom Stoppard's The Real Inspector Hound
which is both intriguing and a great deal of fun, while the intelligence
helps, but can't quite put over, Mac Wellman's nearly impenetrable muddle,
Energumen. Both plays require close attention and offer a few really
striking moments. Akerley's emphasis on the spoken word doesn't preclude
some really well developed sight gags, however. In Energumen she
turns a shooting gallery concept into a
burlesque
of the James Bond movie credit sequences with
Santa Clauses as the targets (don't ask). In The Real Inspector Hound two
theater critics pull out pens with built in lights for note taking in the
dark with Michael Glenn especially going through
motions that would justify amending the normal pre-show announcement to
"please turn off cell phones, pagers and lighted pens."
Storylines: Mac Wellman's one act play
involves the effort to deprogram a young woman caught up in a cult. Tom
Stoppard's spoof of British whodunits draws two theater critics from the
audience into the action.
First things first - what does
"energumen" mean? It isn't listed in many modern dictionaries, but if you go
back to the 1913 issue of Webster you find it means "one possessed by
an evil spirit." Ah, that's what this is all about! Wellman, the author of innumerable plays with flippant
titles from Bodacious
Flapdoodle to 7 Blowjobs (which Kathleen Akerley directed back in
2002), makes it a play about words - words poured out, spit out and savored.
Ostensibly, the words add up to the story of a deprogramming performed by
one nicely named "Mr. Nutley" (Hugh T. Owen). At one point it is observed
that "Mr.Nutley is fond of fractured parable." The same could be said of Mr.
Wellman. Things pick up considerably after
intermission, although it may take some audience members awhile to catch on
to the gag. The play starts well before anything is going on on stage. Two
newspaper critics arrive and take their seats in the audience and chat
amiably. Once the action begins on stage, however, they turn their attention to
the task at hand - momentarily. Stoppard's inventiveness even extends to
inserting two mock intermissions so we can eavesdrop on the critics sharing
views of the play. Michael Glenn and Jason Stiles are hilarious as the
critics while the spoof of a whodunit plays itself out on stage with a
mannered mania from the balance of the cast including a wonderfully
befuddled Carlos Bustamante as the titular inspector.
Set designer Matt Soule uses the long central playing
space in the Callan Theatre with a flair that adds to but doesn't distract
from either play. With rotating panels at the rear for the first piece, the
transition from locale to locale is swift and unobtrusive, with the set
drawing attention only at intended points. For the second
piece, he brings things down front with a see-through structure at the very
lip of the stage which helps connect the supposed "critics" in the audience
to the action in the on-stage spoof. It works very well indeed.
Written by Tom Stoppard and Mac Wellman.
Directed by Kathleen Akerley. Design: Matt Soule (set) Gail Stewart Beach
(costumes) Kathleen Akerley and Katie Clemmons (properties) Andrew Griffin
(lights) Kathleen Akerley and Michael Dove (sound) Elliot Homburg
(photography). Cast: Carlos Bustamante, Jonathon Church, Jeanne Dillon,
Melissa-Leigh Douglass, Marybeth Fritzky, Michael Glenn, Hugh T. Owen, Jason
Stiles, Abby Wood. |
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August 11 - September 5, 2004
Man With Bags |
Reviewed August 15
Running time 2:30 - one intermission
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"I want you to know, this is totally confusing
to me" says the Man With Bags early in this slice of absurdism which
Kathleen Akerley brings to vibrant life with a superb cast. That she makes
the evening a coherent if still enigmatic whole is due to her taking the
author, Eugene Ionesco, at his word when he puts into the mouth of one
character the statement "Everything I think, everything I am, is in the
manuscript." Akerley places great emphasis on the text in the manuscript but
she embellishes it with strong visual elements. Her particular achievement
here is to deploy those visuals so as not to distract from the text but
still fill in what would otherwise be an exercise in confusion.
Storyline: An unidentified man arrives in a
strange land and a strange time with just two bags to his name, searching
for something. The something turns out to be his third bag but it may also
be his worldly goods or even his family. He may have lost his belongings or
he may have killed his family or he may never have had a past. His dealings
with the officials of this strange land are stranger still since he lacks
proper documentation and can't even provide basic information such as his
mother's maiden name. Clues fall in place, bringing memory back but he's not
at all certain he wants the answers to his questions.
Ionesco's brand of theater
of the absurd comes closer to absurd theater than that of many others such
as Samuel Beckett (Waiting for Godot)
or Jean Genet (Deathwatch). By giving
the audience a view of an insane world through the eyes of a presumably sane
observer he creates a disturbing dissonance that is absent from those
others. This 1975 play came late in his career, some fifteen years after his
most famous work, Rhinoceros.
This man with bags is Jason
Stiles who plays the role strait, a picture of rationality in an irrational
world. He responds to the absurdities of Ionesco's imaginings as would a
member of the audience with initial belief in the ability of logic and
rational behavior to unravel the problems he is facing, followed by
frustration at the way the world seems to be getting stranger and finally
with a sense of anger and desperation. He's accompanied through much of what
transpired by James Flanagan who plays one of the bags, a scampering
presence with a harness creating a handle by which he can be carried.
Taking multiple roles in
the absurd world into which Stiles' Man has fallen are such fascinating to
watch actors as Michael John Casey, Hugh T. Owen, Peter Wylie and Nanna
Ingvarsson. Each appearance is essentially a cameo but each actor has many
of them. For instance, Ingvarsson has ten different characters ranging from
"Memory of Mother" to "Old Woman Who Turns Young" while Wylie goes from
simple "Doctor" to the incredibly titled "Guy With Insight into the World."
Written by Eugene Ionesco.
Directed by
Kathleen Akerley. Design: Joseph B. Musumeci (set) Gail Stewart Beach
(costumes) Kathleen Akerley, Annie Alesandrini and Abby Wood (properties)
John Burkland (lights) Neil McFadden (sound) Laura Smith (stage manager).
Cast: Michael John Casey, Jonathon Church, Melissa-Leigh Douglass, James
Flanagan, Michael Glenn, Nanna Ingvarsson, Jarrod Jabre, Jason Lott, Hugh T.
Owen, Jason Stiles, Peter Wylie.
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August 13 -
September 7, 2003
The Power of the Dog |
Reviewed August 17
Running time 2 hours 30 minutes |
The opening scene of Howard Barker’s play is the strongest of the night. It
finds Stalin welcoming Churchill to Moscow at the end of World War II and
the two men rely on the extremely limited talents of their respective
translators to attempt a meaningful conversation. It is a lost cause, which
the audience can easily understand because all four lines of dialogue -
Churchill, Churchill’s interpreter, Stalin, Stalin’s interpreter - are
delivered in English so that the inadequacy of each attempted translation is
clear. Add Stalin’s paranoia and Churchill’s inebriation and you have the
ingredients for a scene that is both hilarious and meaningful. It would be
too much to expect that the rest of the evening would rise to such heights,
but there are some nicely absurd moments and a few touching ones in the
remaining two hours.
Storyline: A loosely connected set of scenes in Russia at the height of
Soviet Power as World War II comes to an end questions the value of being
the victor in such a destructive war, the worth of being a survivor when so
little humanity remains and the difficulty of dealing with the guilt over
what it took to survive.
Barker, British playwright, poet and essayist, takes his absurdity quite
seriously, as do the director, designers and performers of this, the
professional American premiere of his 1985 play. It is structured with care,
building its impact by tying threads together from one illogical event to
another. Themes such as Stalin’s obsessive mistrust of everyone and
everything, the need of a film-maker to capture the “truth” of a subject way
too large to even be sampled and the fate of a single woman seen hanging
from the rafters weave through explosions of witticisms. It is meant to be
disturbing and it succeeds through much of the evening.
Director Kathleen Akerley moves a large cast about a large playing space
with precision, moving major events from upstage to down and from left to
right to focus attention on the key element of each scene or event. It is an
effective way to heighten the sense of absurdity for it places irrational
events in high relief. The realistic set emphasizes that sense of
authenticity with tall red drapes, grey brickwork, patterned floor and, most
importantly, a huge mirror set at an angle so the reflection of the action
is visible to the audience in the bank of seats at the front. The
effectiveness of Joseph B. Musumeci’s set is enhanced by the sharply focused
lighting effects of Adam Magazine, the large wardrobe assembled by costume
designer Gail Stewart Beach and the overall feeling of realism is further
enhanced by the sound of Russian music ranging from Mussorgsky to
Shostakovich.
With
Michael Glenn doing a very funny take on a drunken Churchill, Jason Stiles
strutting as Stalin and John Tweel, Jean Dillon, Dan Brick and Fiona
Blackshaw standing out in multiple roles, it is Dan Via as a Scottish
Vaudevillian turned into court jester/fool that captures the absurdity of
the situations most succinctly. His tongue lashes with wit at some points
and darts lizard-like at others. Viewed through his eyes, the events of this
mid-twentieth century turning point of history make very little sense -- but
that is entirely the point.
Written by Howard Barker. Directed by Kathleen Akerley. Design: Joseph B.
Musumeci (set) Gail Stewart Beach (costumes) Adam
Magazine (lights) Dennis Manuel and Kathleen Akerley (sound) Kathleen Wilber
(stage manager). Cast: Charlie M. Berfield, Fiona Blackshaw, Dan Brick,
Michael John Casey, Jonathan Church, Jeanne Dillon, Michael Glenn, H. Clare
Johnson, Erika Sheffer, Jason Stiles, John Tweel, Dan Via, Abby Wood. |
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August 14 – September 1, 2002
Ionesco – Stoppard – Pinter |
Reviewed August 18
Running time 2 hours 55 minutes
Price range $8-$15 |
One delightful short play can whet an appetite.
Two amusing one act pieces can satisfy. But three otherwise enjoyable works
can start to overwhelm, the cumulative effect doing damage to the individual
pieces. This is especially true when, as in this triptych, each of the
pieces is a finely crafted, intricately structured work that rewards close
examination and contemplation. In this three-play lengthy evening, too many
good things can, in fact, be too much of a good thing.Storyline:
Director Kathleen Akerley finds a unifying theme for three one act plays in
their setting. The thing they have in common is that they each take place in
a single room. She makes that room a character that runs through the entire
evening. In the first play, Eugene Ionesco’s The Bald Soprano, it is
an elegant living room where hosts and guests test the limits of language in
chit-chat that puts more emphasis on saying something than on what is said.
In Tom Stoppard’s After Magritte, the room has declined somewhat in
social status as it is the living room of a family under interrogation by a
pompous investigator. Finally, in Harold Pinter’s The Dumb Waiter,
the room houses two thugs killing time before an unspecified but clearly
illegal "job."
Fans of literate theater have come to look to Longacre Lea for intriguing
evenings and this one will add to the reputation this four year old troupe.
For this compilation they have recruited a cast of ten familiar faces from
the pool of talent that works professional theater in the area. Suzanne
Richards demonstrates a keen sense of absurd language to match Michael John
Casey while Carlos Bustamante gets bluster just right and Michael Glenn does
the same with dour demeanor. They all have been provided with a single room
set designed by David Ghatan to appear somewhere between stark reality and
Alice’s wonderland as the railing on one wall is architecturally pure while
on another wall it is all forced perspective and the crown molding wraps
around into nothingness.
The two plays with the most humor, the first two in the program, work
well together even if they were written twenty years apart. Ionesco’s
conversational flights of fancy include the type of extension-of-logic humor
that bridges the gap between the innocence of a Gracie Allen and the
skepticism of a George Carlin. Once character wonders why newspaper
obituaries always report the age of the deceased but birth announcements
never give the age of the newly born. The central couple in Stoppard’s play
argue briefly over the requirement of caring for a tuba-playing in-law, but
then can’t remember just whose in-law she is. The introduction of an
officious police detective investigating a crime that may or may not have
happened and which they may or may not have any connection to turns the
piece into a cockeyed Rashomon.
The third play of the evening bogs down both because it has been preceded
by two sparklers and because it is intrinsically less intriguing.
Structurally, Pinter’s play is simpler and more straight forward than the
others and the language is earthier. When matched with other plays of a
similar sense it would be more likely to impress.
Written by Eugene Ionesco, Tom Stoppard and Harold Pinter. Directed by
Kathleen Akerley. Design: David Ghatan (set) Gail Stewart (costumes) Adam
Magazine (lights). Cast: Lidsay Allen, Dan Brick, Carlos Miguel Bustamante,
Michael John Casey, Michael Glenn, Hugh T. Owen, Jennifer Phillips, Suzanne
Richard, Jason Stiles, Ellen Young. |
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