This is a play of the head, not the heart. Any sign of emotions are kept in check.
Under the towering spires of the massive Cathedral of St. John the Divine, an audience of mortals huddled together in the dark to witness a timeless story of love and envy.
Longer running than “Cats,” “Gustaf and His Ensemble” is a living time capsule.
Maybe “Doubting Dorothy” is a modern day metaphor for a student’s journey through the quagmire of academia.
The play swings crudely from one declamation of revenge to another until the stage floor is littered with body parts and blood.
Liz Joyce has struck a delicate balance between two worlds—our hip 21st century know-it-all cynicism and the sepia-toned time-gone-by of our grandparents.