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Marc Miller has been going to the theater since seeing I Married an Angel with Don Ameche and Margaret Whiting at Shady Grove Music Fair in 1964. When not theatergoing, he bikes, works out, writes songs, and binges on Mystery Science Theater 3000.
by Marc Miller This was not your usual cabaret show. The Metropolitan Room website beckoned with just “Jason Graae” listed. That’s inducement enough; Graae is a veteran and expert cabaret performer/Broadway singer-actor/chronicler of the Great American Songbook, with a nimble tenor and a wicked sense of humor. But imagine one’s surprise upon arriving…
Kellie Overbey, Emily Walton, Beatrice Tulchin, and Shannon Harrington Photo: Richard Termine. By Marc Miller The title Women Without Men evokes one of those 1950s women’s-prison melodramas, where Hope Emerson terrorizes Eleanor Parker or Ida Lupino bats Phyllis Thaxter around, while Agnes Moorehead or Howard Duff look helplessly on. Hazel Ellis’s 1938 drama, as…
Jeffrey C. Wolf photos by Matthew Dunivan By Marc Miller Back in ancient history, when there were just three networks, everybody got their news from middle-of-the-road Huntley-Brinkley or Walter Cronkite or Harry Reasoner, and extremism was less extreme. Now political zealots dwell within their bubbles of Fox News or MSNBC, and the…
by Marc Miller When Dames at Sea was announced for the Broadway stage, the main worry was: Would bigger be better? The formerly off-Broadway musical by George Haimsohn and Robin Miller (book and lyrics) and Jim Wise (music), a 1968 hit that first got Bernadette Peters noticed, satirizes the large Warner Brothers Busby…
Alexandra O’Daly and Nate Washburn Photo: © Jacob J. Goldberg Photography By Marc Miller The Metropolitan Playhouse is calling its 24th season the Season of Hope, and it’s off to a modestly hopeful start. Arthur Richman’s The Awful Truth, which showcased the great sophisticated comedienne Ina Claire for 144 performances in 1922, is best…
by Marc Miller The thing about The New Morality is, the morality’s so old. Remember when heroines used to spend three acts suspecting their husbands of infidelity, and if it were true, it would truly be the end of the world? No, you probably don’t, and to encounter Harold Chapin’s upper-class Brit twits taking…