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Sunday, June 21, 2009
Austin Shakespeare House Concert in Tarrytown
Movin’ on up … to the West Side.
Tom Cronk, Kathryn Cronk
Since Ann Ciccolella took the reins of Austin Shakespeare, the theater company has expanded its scope and reach well beyond its historical bounds.
Sharon Watkins, Jean Works
The group’s highest-profile backer during the Ciccolella era has been gaming magnate Richard Garriott, whose Elizabethan-style theater on Lake Austin makes for magical special events. Yet the Garriott connection only takes one so far.
Yvonne Tocquigny, Carol Arnold, Helen Foster
Thanks to board president Boyce Cabaniss, however, Austin Shakespeare shot up in the fundraising hierarchy by hosting a Caroline Herring house concert at Yvonne Tocquigny’s contemplative Tarrytown house.
John Bernadoni, Margo Thomas
The guest list was definitely A List — and I’m not talking about nightclub-snaps variety. Among the luminaries were Nancy Scanlan, Jo Anne Christian, Fern Santini, Sharon Watkins, Margo Thomas, Lucia and Paul Woodruff, Gabrielle Sheshunoff, Tom and Kathryn Cronk, Jodi and Fred Zipp and John Bernadoni.
Gary Deaver, Christy Ten Eyck
I could stay for just the first hour of the event, but I was so impressed, I wouldn’t be surprised if Austin Shakespeare zoomed ahead of other small-to-midsized theater companies in the nonprofit sphere.
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What’s so dark about ‘Killer Joe’?
See “Killer Joe.” The Tracy Letts trailer-trash comedy clicks, sparks and sizzles.
What about Shakespeare or the Ancients? This rough stuff is as old as Thespis.
I guess it’s more disturbing now because Letts’ Texas-averse setting is contemporary and close, meaning Dallas County.
Making a statement about the future of his ascendant Capital T Theatre, director Mark Pickell synthesizes his ensemble down to the tiniest nuance. How to pick a stand-out among Ken Bradley, Joey Hood, Joe Reynolds, Katie DeBuys and Melissa Recalde, who don’t miss a quarter note?
If forced, I’d have to choose Recalde, whose mentally challenged 20-year-old virgin surprises with almost every half-absent, delayed-a-beat reaction.
But whom am I kidding? It’s a flawless production brought to a thrillingly bloody conclusion. Only three performances left at Hyde Park Theatre. Or wait for the inevitable revival.
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