He had a pretty serious theater jones.
The typical audience for "Forbidden Broadway," which is filled with industry jokes aimed at particular actors and directors, is pretty theater-savvy.
I've got a pretty awesome home-theater set-up in my apartment, and thus I need a capable control center, and it does the job nicely.
We have the Harbor Defense Museum, the Alpine which isn't the prettiest theater but in 2010 hosted "The Other Israel" event, highlighting Palestinian films, and we even have our own Narrows Botanical Gardens.
Yes, this was ultimately a pretty traditional piece of theater, but to me this kind of work is experimental.
That's when you know that this wild, wicked show is not just a screamfest after all; it's a pretty good piece of theater.
But aside from these curiosities and obsessions — and the foot-measuring, which goes unexplained — Disfarmer's life, as examined here, makes for a pretty wan evening of theater.
Since its 1981 London premiere, Cats has raked in more than two billion dollars worldwide, broken all possible box office records, and changed the course of modern theater -- a pretty impressive feat for a musical about junkyard cats.
It is hardly so now and many of us would say that in this golden age, the medium has trumped theater by a pretty wide margin.
But "The House in Town," which opened last night at the Mitzi E. Newhouse Theater in a pretty but desultory production directed by Doug Hughes, is a hollow and diffuse social study that imparts few coherent insights into the issues it vaguely raises about the tensions of marriage or the mercenary corruptions of American culture, then or now.
