Peyton Place on the Riviera Peyton Place on the Riviera

If The Night of the Iguana is not exactly a day at the beach, it’s not really the dark night of the soul it should be, either.

Wild things leave skins behind them Wild things leave skins behind them

We shared a feeling that writing about The Fugitive Kind was a date with destiny.

Everybody is nothing until you love them Everybody is nothing until you love them

Truly, I think it would be almost impossible to overpraise Anna Magnani in a performance that’s absolutely riveting from start to finish

Lady drinks the booze Lady drinks the booze

I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: nobody hits rock bottom like Susan Hayward.

My heart belongs to mama My heart belongs to mama

VIctor Herbert demonstrates in this slight, affectionate piece a talent for keeping his musico-dramatic balls in the air, as Madeleine’s spirits juggle, fall, rise again, and droop to elegant resignation at the last.

Pink flamingos Pink flamingos

Like any good gay theatergoers, we seek out Tennessee Williams revivals with the fervor of truffle-sniffing pigs.