Shubie Doobie Dough
by | Feb 15, 2013 8:58 am | Comments (1)
New Haven’s Shubert Theater could have some new bones in time for its 100th birthday — if state lawmakers heed remarks Pat Dillon and John Fisher made at the Capitol on Thursday.
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City Wants To Hand Over Shubert ... To Shubert
by | Feb 5, 2013 9:12 am | Comments (10)
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The mayor Monday night honored New Haven Promise scholars Jordy Padilla, Priscilla Maldonado and Adisa John.
New Haven might be getting out of the theater-landlord business — with the aim, one day, of maybe even stepping away from the theater-subsidy business.
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Park Bench Prophet Draws “Spect-Actors”
by | Feb 4, 2013 12:27 pm | Comments (1)
Theater Of The Oppressed
Maaji as the Prophet.
“Do you have HIV-AIDS?” the social worker asked when Petronila applied for housing.
“I’m positive that I’m negative!” Petronila replied.
“OK, how about a mental disorder?” the social worker pressed.
Songs In The Key Of Death
by | Feb 2, 2013 8:19 pm | Comments (0)
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The Addams Family got it backwards. Shows used to open at the Shubert, and then, improved, move to Broadway.
Instead, a flawed Addams Family played Broadway, and was made over for its first tour.
Can’t those spooky and altogether ooky people get anything right?
2 Actors. 14 Roles.
How Do They Pull It Off?
by | Jan 31, 2013 4:30 pm | Comments (0)
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Arsenault & Morton in Yale Rep’s new Stones in His Pockets.
These guys play 14 roles — count ‘em — on the stage. The roles call for accents from three different parts of Ireland, Cockney, American, faux American, and even a Marilyn Monroe-esque movie star who speaks with bizarre intonations and a three-days’ growth of beard.
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How Do They Pull It Off?’
Sexual Liberation
Is Good. Then What?
by | Jan 23, 2013 4:32 pm | Comments (0)
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Gabe Levey as Clive and Timothy Hassler as Betty, the power colonial couple of the first act of Cloud Nine.
Here’s the scene as you enter the darkened Iseman Theater on Chapel Street: You hear drumming that might be of a military band. Or of those proverbially restless natives.
The stage is divided into three sections that look like dioramas from a natural history museum. But the mammals to be observed are not lions or elephants. They’re bipeds in pith helmets and rustling Victorian dresses.
They’re dead all right, but they’re about to come alive in a spirited revival of Cloud Nine, British playwright Caryl Churchill’s bravura send-up of all things Kipling and colonial.