2009
Young Frankenstein:great performances delivered
The touring production of the Broadway version of Mel Brooks’ Young Frankenstein is currently at the Princess of Wales theatre in Toronto, and anyone who spent their youth spouting lines from the original movie to whomever was in earshot would be well advised to check it out. In fact, anyone with a taste for the zany would find their bum-in-plush-seat time well spent.
The Plank Panel at the Toronto Sketch Comedy Festival
Toronto’s fifth annual Sketch Comedy Festival has (long) come and gone, leaving behind a wake of satisfied audiences and enthused sketch artists.
A Beautiful View: light-hearted and nuanced
A Beautiful View is Daniel McIvor's latest work.
The Open Spaces Project: an evolving community of movers and watchers
In court masques designed by Inigo Jones in the seventeenth century, Charles I, King of England, enjoyed a perspectival vision that could be seen properly only from the king’s seat.
ADAMEVE MAN-WOMAN: primal movement
Naked, beautiful, natural, and perfect symbols of the male and female bodies, dancers Alison Denham and Billy Marchenski, in one full hour of a most intriguing interpretive performance, tell a history of man and woman, of the body and the soul.
The Lieutenant of Inishmore: a gruesome success
One would be forgiven for not having heard of Canadore College (based in North Bay, Ontario), nor their graduate theatre company, Rep 21.
The Weeping Salsa: a difficult investment
Vladimir John Cubrt takes a bold risk with his creation, The Weeping Salsa produced by Zocalo Toronto.
Displacement: immigrant experience as national portrait
Displacement, produced by HCA Dance, faces its audience with stark, painful, unfixable realities.
after homelessness: sinking heart
At the beginning of after homelessness, David Diamond, Artistic Director of Headlines Theatre, tells us to view the piece with an open heart, and I did just that. Unfortunately, by the end of the night, the strain made me in danger of suffering an aneurism.
White Christmas: a celebration of the 1950s
I remember a review for an REM album – I think it might have been for New Adventures in Hi-Fi – where the reviewer started his critique with the following: “You already know whether you’ll like this album or not”.
