I loathe festivals. Festivals are for pigs. Pour as much theater or other performing art as possible into a trough, shove the consumers' faces into it, and watch while they slurp it up. The feeling may be different in outlying areas, where have-nots from all over come to gorge on a cultural sustenance of which their hometowns have been deprived, but the last thing New York needs, with its overabundance of artistic events,... More >>>
By Keith Pattison
Awake and Synge: Reeves (third from left) nad Monaghan in The Playboy of the Western World.