Ukrainian Eggs: Terrible Tales of Tragedy and Allegorey
"Ideally, if anything was any good, it would be indescribable," the artist Edward Gorey once said. If Gorey is to be believed, then to describe "Ukrainian Eggs" is an impossible task.
Ukrainian Eggs: Terrible Tales of Tragedy and Allegorey
"Ideally, if anything was any good, it would be indescribable," the artist Edward Gorey once said. If Gorey is to be believed, then to describe "Ukrainian Eggs" is an impossible task.
This awkward whimsy fails to shed new light on the canine experience. Interspersed with mild human drama, it goes nowhere on parallel tracks.
Late in "Looming the Memory," Thomas Papathanassiou's beloved grandfather, or "papu," tells him: "It is a difficult thing to have your heart in two places." For Papathanassiou, whose immigrant Greek parents raised him in Australia, that is clearly a struggle.
Despite some interesting snippets in styles ranging from early Italian opera to vaudevillian camp, "Cock-a-Doodle-Doo!" loses the multidimensionality of the Melville story it adapts to become rather one-note.
Unless you need further proof that silence usually isn't golden in live theater, better to rerun a favorite silent movie whose artistry transcends its mechanics.
Who'd have thought that a show about four men in prison getting beaten, raped, electrocuted, hung, and guillotined would be so hilarious? The Madrid-based troupe Yllana obviously did.
Six men cruising a public bathroom in a park in an unnamed American city share with us their reasons for being there and how they feel about being gay.
Stanton Wood's updating of Voltaire's novella is trenchant, canny, a series of lacerations directed toward the American right wing.
A funny, sexy campfest that traffics in beefcake and drag divas in equal measure while sending up 1950s sci-fi movies.
It's amazing that this inept show was produced at all, much less on the scale with which it is presented here.