Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, August 2008 We’ve all been there. You’ve planned a lovely dinner and, five minutes before your guests are to arrive, the soufflé falls and the roast burns. It’s too late to call things off, what are you going to do? Its time for Tuna Surprise!…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, August 2008 “I am so full of violence.” That is one of the first things we hear Charlotte Clark (Keira Naughton) say in Christine Whitley’s new play The Goatwoman of Corvis County, which is officially opening the new Elayne P. Bernstein Theatre at Shakespeare & Company.…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, August 2008 As I watched the current production of Othello at Shakespeare & Company, I was struck by what a clean play it is. I don’t mean that it isn’t bawdy, because it is very much so, and it certainly racks up a pile of dead bodies…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, August 2008 In the beginning, there was Sha Na Na, which did perform at Woodstock (1969) in the minutes before Jimi Hendrix took the stage. And Sha Na Na begat Grease (1972) and Grease begat American Graffiti (1973) and American Graffiti begat Happy Days (1974). And this was known as the Rock ‘n’ Roll Revival.…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, August 2008 In case you’re new to GailSez, let it be known that Gail and Brandon (my younger son) are huge Plaid Heads. We’ve lost count, but we have seen more than a dozen productions in eight states. I famously booked the family in to…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, July, 2008 I have come to really look forward to the annual mono-dramas produced in cooperation with Shakespeare & Company at Ventfort Hall each summer. The four I have seen – Morgan O-Yuki: Geisha of the Gilded Age, Dancing with the Czar and Fanny Kemble’s Lenox Address – each introduced me to a woman…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, July, 2008 “I am a woman, I am an American, I am a mother, I sometimes write for television, and I sometimes write movies; I play the piano, I knit, I rail at the universe; I am angry, I am sad; I am a comic…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, July 2008 “I can’t find anything hopeless in having lived…in a hundred years I think I shall like having young people speculate on whether my eyes were brown or blue – of course, they are neither.”– Zelda Sayre Fitzgerald in a letter to Scott, 1919…
