The next morning, I had a black eye, and I didn't remember how I got it. Alfred Jarrys absurdist satire Ubu Roi and the art punk songs of the cult experimental band Pere Ubu come crashing together in Ubu Sings Ubu, replete with a Live Band! Dancing Girls! And Five Dollar Drinks! Tony Torn and Julie Atlas Muz prance, terrify, and delight audiences as Pa and Ma Ubu, and Dan Safer's rollicking co-direction and choreography make for a whiplash theatrical experience. Recently, I tempted Dan and Tony out for drinks, two orders of mussels, and an interview.
Half the people here are probably here because of Breaking Bad, the woman next to me said, as the Neil Simon Theatre filled in and we waited for the start of a matinee showing of All the Way, written by a Pulitzer Prize-winning playwright and directed by a man whose productions, last season, won both inaugural Edward H. Kennedy Prize for Drama Inspired by American History awards.
Director Ed Sylvanus Iskandar likes his theater like he likes his parties: long, free form, and most of all, genuinely social.
Catherine Trieschmann offers New York a breath of fresh air from the red states, writing non-ironically from a small town in Kansas.