you have only three weeks left to see DYING CITY...

...before it ends its run at Lincoln Center on April 29th. David and I both thumbs-upped this play when we saw it in previews but you don't have to look hard for other strongly positive responses: in his review for the Observer, John Halipern called it "the finest new American play I've seen in a long while", and Mark Armstrong at Mr. Excitement hails it as a "victory for the timeslessness of great drama". Even the Times raved and said you should see it. What are you waiting for, a discount code?

Go to broadwayoffers and use code DC45LCT for $45 tickets. Don't wait, because as this gripping (Andy Propst, American Theater Web) and excellent (LudlowLad, Off-Off Blogway) new play of substance finishes out its limited run, you won't be the only one who's suddenly scrambling to see it.

With a student I.D., you can get up to two tickets for $10 each. You can even do it right now, online. At broadwayoffers use code DC4TONY for advance student tickets and just bring the I.D. with you when you collect the tickets at the box office.

Ringling Bros And Barnum & Bailey Circus

Yes, this is theater. It counts. First and foremost: Do you realize that cotton candy now costs $12 dollars?? Their justification is that they're now presenting the cotton candy in a wearable top hat. The sweatshop penny hat was made of this weird, unsettling amalgam of polyester and cardboard and the cotton candy tasted like cheap pancake syrup. Humbug! As for the circus, it was pretty much the same thing I remembered the last time I went which was about 20 years ago. The tightrope, trapeze, sweaty clowns, sway poles, animal acts weren't very interesting to me but the kids in the vicinity were foaming at the mouth with glee which I spoze is what it's all about. So the animals: I'm reasonably sure that they are treated humanely and lead generally comfortable lives but having a tiger sit! stay! roll over! like a dog or having horses running dizzily around in circles for 10 minutes straight greatly diminishes the majesty of these animals and I hope that we as a culture are moving beyond being captivated by that.

Picasso At The Lapin Agile

photo: Rod Goodman

Steve Martin's absurdist comedy, which imagines a night early in the twentieth century when Albert Einstein and Pablo Picasso cross paths in a Parisian bar, is a lively mix of high wit and low humour: the two men might be off and running with musings on the nature of genius one minute, and the next they're locked in a Wild West-style showdown with their pencils instead of guns. (That ends in a draw, naturally). Despite some of the witty intellectual sparring the play isn't (and doesn't want to go) much deeper than a tickle, but at least it's a smart, invigorating one. This production, at T. Schreiber Studio, is too leisurely-paced to bring off the play's zaniest flights of fancy, but that's really the harshest thing I can say against it: it's otherwise a pleasure: effectively staged, beautifully designed (George Alison deserves special mention for his evocative and detailed set of the turn of the century bar room) and winningly performed.

Also blogged by: [Aaron] and [David]

The Number 14

I don't want to be a meanie, but The Number 14 is about as sturdy as the flimsy backdrop of its set (a cross-sectioned, old-school public bus). I'm the wrong audience (it's aimed at children), but I found only a few exceptional bits, like when the bus is used as a jungle gym by a rather flexible "grandmother" who is being whipped around by a high-speed bus (what's the lesson we're teaching kids?), or when two strangers hold glossy headshots to cover their faces while using flip-book pictures to act out a sweet little romance. The rest of the show is all over the place, making exaggerated light of slow, elderly people; awkward and frantic adults; and hyperactive youngsters. There's little thought of an overall statement or overarching idea: thugs are prone to dance while spraying graffiti, one actor suddenly breaks into a rap, the cast into a fragmented version of "Don't Worry, Be Happy." The mask-work is creative, and I wouldn't mind the stereotypes if they tied together. The climax, which recycles all the characters from the previous vignettes in one sweeping series of on-and-off exits is a good example of direction, but it's not enough. I left the theater still waiting for something else to happen.

Also blogged by: [Patrick]

Picasso at the Lapin Agile

I had a bit of an icebox moment with the T. Schreiber Studio production of Picasso at the Lapin Agile. At the theater, I wasn't really laughing, and I found the pacing to be a little lethargic (which was odd since the actors seemed totally sober). But walking home, I found myself chuckling more and more over the animosity between Picasso and Einstein, and I was in especial appreciation of Cat Parker's brilliant direction: she punctuated every pun and superbly set up every joke. (Steve Martin's script is smart, but not always smooth on the page, or the stage.) So not every actor took their cue on time, and some of the jokes seemed more executed than flawlessly executed, but some of those at-the-time one-liners have grown on me (like Sagot's remark about art dealers being notorious for their sense of humor, or Freddy's test of Einstein's mathematical skill), and I have to say I rather enjoyed myself.

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Also blogged by: [Patrick] and [David]

Picasso At The Lapin Agile

T Schreiber Studio

**

Comedians who find new and innovative ways to be funny are my favorite people in the world. And so, obviously, Steve Martin ("It's these cans! HE HATES THESE CANS!") is one of my heroes. In his play, Picasso At Lapin Agile, you can single out his absurd, slightly self-deprecating, brilliant fool's voice at every turn. Unfortunately I could not hear it in this constrained, polite TS Studio production as it feels like it's been directed and acted as though it were a drama. They all seemed to be completely unaware of Martin's style of comedy as his hysterically stupid zingers wandered by without even inducing a chuckle. Only Michael Black (pictured. in the hat) who bounds into this play like a lovable jerk, truly GOT the joke and had the audience in stitches whenever he was onstage.

Also blogged by [Aaron] and [Patrick]