Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, August 2008 If you were born before 1955, you will just love Beehive. I base this on the fact that everyone in that age group in the audience I attended with had a great time, and my friend (born in 1958) and I (born in 1957)…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, April 2008 There is a debate about which is Rodgers and Hammerstein’s greatest work – Carousel or South Pacific. I lean towards saying that South Pacific is the better overall show, but Carousel contains their greatest music and lyrics. If you go to the production of Carousel currently running at the Cohoes Music Hall…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, March 2008 “Hear the beat of dancing feet…” – Al Dubin The joint is literally jumping in Cohoes as Tralen Doler filled has once again filled the Music Hall with a big, exuberant dance extravaganza, this time a tap-happy staging of 42nd Street. I could literally…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, March 2007 C-R Productions has mounted another rip-snorting musical at the Cohoes Music Hall, this time Frank Wildhorn’s Jekyll and Hyde, a huge hunk of faux-Victorian balderdash if there ever was one, but in this fast-paced and engaging presentation directed by Jim Charles the foolishness is overshadowed…
“Ah, fame, fame, thou glittering bauble…” – Sir James M. Barrie When I last reviewed a production of Chicago at the Theater Barn in 2003, America had Chicago fever. The 1996 Broadway revival was running (it still is!) and the Academy Award-winning film was about to be released on DVD. But the fever has…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, October 2006 Ragtime is an amazing musical. You may never have heard of it or may have glanced at the title and dismissed it as one more revue-sical of historic music, but trust me, it is one of the great musicals of the 20th century and…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, September 2006 I was ten when the film Thoroughly Modern Millie was released and I remember enjoying it very much. Like every other little girl in the world at that time I had been lugged to see The Sound of Music and Mary Poppins over and over again by well-meaning elderly…
Reviewed by Gail M. Burns, February 2006 Last August, as a special treat, I took my then-sixteen-year-old son Brandon to New York to see Monty Python’s Spamalot. At intermission I turned to him and, indicating the 1,519 or so members of the unwashed masses with whom I was forced to share…
