I am so late posting about Flux’s developmental adventures! I would be ashamed if I had time to be ashamed! Instead, I will do penance by making every sentence in this post end with an exclamation point! Or no, that would make all suffer. No one likes an unnecessarily exclamation. (I think!?!?) Ah, reader, but…
Directing at Flux Sundays can be a dangerous event. Why, if you’re not careful, Members like Cotton Wright might bring you to an organic beer and local foods bar in the East Village, tie you down to a chair on a stage, and then give your brains a thorough washing with her drill. (photo:Marnie Schulenburg,…
FLEX IS FLUXIBLEEr…strike that, reverse it.But as our mission statement plainly states, we do value the multi-faceted theatre artist. And that flexibility was plainly on display on this particular Sunday (as it is here to the left as Cotton Wright stretches skyward as Thalia in Rue). Short on our regular dose of directors, Flux membership…
Isaiah here again. Hi! So, if you’re like me (and lord knows, why wouldn’t you want to be?) you listen to NPR in the shower, and as a result you’ve been deluged with ads featuring Kathleen Turner‘s sultry contralto beckoning you to see Beth Henley’s “Crimes of the Heart” at Roundabout’s 6th Avenue space, the…
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