If I do nothing else this year but spare you from suffering through Michael Walker’s bare stage, then 2019 will have been a very successful year for me.
Undeniably the most miserable, misguided, and self-indulgent play I have ever seen, ... read more
In The Waste Land, T.S. Eliot wrote that April is the cruellest month.
And while he most certainly wasn’t talking about Boston theater, the same sentiment could be applied to the unusually shallow offerings popping up around town.
Aside from Moonbox’s ... read more