428 stories by "Robert Cushman"
Cushman: I'm philosophically opposed to the idea of casting shows by TV talent contests, but it works out as well here
Morris Panych's adaptation of Schnitzler's Anatol, its title extended to The Amorous Adventures of Anatol, leaves no doubt about the subject matter
Hannah Moscovitch's combat drama is a magnificent, complex look at a platoon's psyche
Two stories, or rather two chapters of the same story, get juxtaposed in Natasha Greenblatt's The Peace Maker, at the Next Stage Theatre Festival in Toronto.
Julia Lederer, author of With Love and a Major Organ, has a neat way with a digital simile. So does the young woman she herself plays
A fairly fond look back at 2012, built around its actors, with special emphasis on those who recurred, including everyone in The Golden Dragon.
Some 15 years ago, Anthony Rapp created the role of Mark, the videographer-narrator of Rent, and his performance was the best thing in the show
There are still just enough shopping hours to get the Broadway lover in your circle a few of 2012's best offerings
The Young Centre is the site of a bicentennial celebration this week of Charles Dickens, playing hose to Miriam Margolyes Dickens' Women
The Irish are great soliloquisers. Or is the word soliloquist? It must be, as spellcheck hasn't given me a hard time for using it.
Many people, by Miriam Margolyes' own account, know her best for her role as Professor Sprout in the Harry Potter films
The title of the latest show to reach Toronto from the Old Trout Puppet Workshop of Calgary is Ignorance. But its announced subject is happiness
The show, especially in its jokes, caters to the grown-ups. The kids " with a couple of tearful exceptions " didn't seem to mind
Boblo is less concerned with specific memories than with the persistence of memory itself
If there is such a thing as the Theatre of the Absurd, then one of its achievements is to present us with power-plays in their purest form
Judged as a play, Fare Game is feeble to the point of non-existence. To be fair (ouch) it isn't trying to be a play. It's an assemblage of film clips
Max Frisch's The Arsonists is a classic piece of stable door locking, an allegory about the coming to power of Nazism
The Little Years is sharp and economical and compassionate without being sentimental.
Coincidence drives Speaking in Tongues to the point where it ceases to be a mere device and becomes a metaphor
It's hard to resist the quintet's rhythmic choral declaration that if they don't get their pie they're surely gonna die.
What's extraordinary is that a play that seems to crave death should be so full of life, that dialogue so apparently barren should be so fertile.
For the second time straight, CanadianStage has housed the most spectacular show in Toronto.
It's worth going to Miss Caledonia just to experience Melody A. Johnson singing I've Been Everywhere while twirling a baton
The problem with This Must Be the Place is that this doesn't have to be the place. Let me explain.
The glory of the show is Christopher Sieber's wonderful Albin, who can slide instantly from petulant complaint to deep pain.
