This is a fast-moving review of the last 88 years of Oscars, and will work best for you if you’re a film buff, but really, anyone who has been to the movies anytime in the past century (that’s most of us) will remember some of these films. They’re rapidly and irreverently evoked by this high-speed, mobile-faced team. There’s Casablanca (of course), a bit of every song from Mary Poppins, (uh-oh, or was it Sound of Music?), a painful pronouncement from The King’s Speech, a longer one from Forrest Gump, a puppet version of Kramer v Kramer, and evocations of...
No really, folks, this is quality theatre. The budding seven-year old magician in overalls who sat on his mom’s lap beside me mumbled that he, “loved da feet trick.”
The hypothesis that the works of Shakespeare were penned by someone other than the Bard himself is hardly new or shocking; the academic world is fairly glutted with advocates of the point. Monster Theatre’s The Shakespeare Show offers a fairly lighthearted approach to this age-old scandal, telling a theoretical tale of how the talented and conflicted Earl of Oxford used an illiterate horseholder named Shakespeare to vicariously express his theatrical passions.
