I’m going to pretend to be a drama critic. I can’t sew, neither can I reap. Nail two boards together? Once I tried to spit into an enemy’s eye: I missed her and hit her mother instead. She kicked me very hard. I don’t need another beating. I am inept, get it? How much longer do I need to explain?
Carol and I took in this production of KISS ME KATE at the Fort Worth Cultural Box. Generally speaking, the production had a beginning and middle and an end. Let me modify that: the show nearly did not have a beginning — It went up late — five minutes? Show just don’t go up on time anymore. Just add it to the handbasket in which this world is riding to hell.
I liked the following 3-6 actors: Lauren Morgan (Vanessi); Daron Cockerell (Lane); JaceSon Barrua (Fred); in other words, the leads. I leave out Tillman (Lucentio) purely out of spite. No, ha, ha! Just kidding! But John does seem a bit self-conscious when he dances: like “lookie me! I can’t dance either!” Just hoof it, for Presley’s sake, John! You’ll be forgiven eventuslly.
The Thugs seemed to have timing problems. I could see raw meat broiling hot and steamy between the two, but no cooking, despite the strange metaphor.
Stephanie Glenn and Amy Adkins were able to grease down all the actors enough so that they could slip and slide so gracefully through the production numbers.
Do you need to know the story? A touring company performs TAMING of the SHREW as a musical. The actor’s romantic lives run in parallel with their Shakespearean counterparts. Enough levels and layers here to keep a Wittgenstein fan up all night with his hand in the peanut butter jar.
I assume Mary Helen Atkins was the “orchestra.” So proficient as an accompanist, she could have assembled a bologna sandwich for me while playing the piano and she would not miss a note.