Previewed by Gail M. Burns, October 2003 The days are growing shorter and the frost is on the pumpkin. Are you ready for a rattling good evening of murder and mystery? Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays from October 23 through November 15, the Main Street Stage is presenting The Real Inspector Hound by…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, September 2003. “I had known something for New England village life long before I made my home in the same county as my imaginary Starkfield…however, I had an uneasy sense that the New England of fiction bore little…resemblance to the harsh and beautiful land as…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, September, 2003 Watching an actor perform a one-person show is like watching an athlete, let’s say Lance Armstrong competing in the Tour de France. Can he do it? Will he fall? If so, will he be able to get up and continue? What unforeseen obstacles…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, September, 2003 What is it about this corny, old-fashioned play that people love so much? Beats the heck out of me, but I thoroughly enjoyed this production of Bernard Slade’s Same Time, Next Year at the Theater Barn. So did my 14-year-old son and the mostly gray-haired…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, September 2003 The frost was on the pumpkin, the wind was wild, and wispy streaks of grey cloud whipped past a luminous waxing Gibbous in the eastern sky. What a perfect night to walk into the Ghent Playhouse and see Dracula! On a versatile and gloomy…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, August 2003. King Lear is so very large and powerful a play that even writing about it is a daunting task. Performing it takes rare courage and commitment, and thank God Shakespeare & Company is up to it, because there is no way to do a…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, August, 2003 “Our state fair is a great state fairDon’t miss it, don’t even be lateBet you dollars to doughnuts that our state fairIs the best state fair in our state.”– Oscar Hammerstein II Even the staunchest of fans of Hammerstein would have to admit…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, August, 2003 Like millions of young girls, Frances Hodgson Burnett was one of my favorite authors when I was growing up. I confess that I vastly preferred the plucky Sara Crewe of A Little Princess (1905) to the sour Mary Lennox of The Secret Garden (1911) but in my adult years…
