Author: ross
self appointed front mezzanine junkie of the highest order :)
Returning to the Edge: “Woman in Mind” and the Comedy That Still Cuts
A Visually Lush but Elusive “Playboy of the Western World” Pours Down on the National
A New Company, A Necessary Pause
Menier’s “Fallen Angels”: Champagne, Jealousy, and Noël Coward at Full Fizz
Guilt Takes Root and Falls Hard in “All My Sons” by Ivo van Hove
Bringing the Shaw Festival to the City: Theatre, Access, and a Waterfront Home
A Wish and What Comes After: “Into the Woods” at the Bridge Theatre
The Emotional Infinity Loop of Eldridge’s “End” at the National Theatre
front mezz junkies 