"It takes a fairy to make something pretty." That's the world according to Emory, the swishiest gay partygoer in a gaggle of them in Mart Crowley's 1968 drama, The Boys in the Band. Whether or not you buy Emory's decree, the Transport Group has made something pretty terrific with its intimate revival.
It pays for a dramatist to think like a broker. That's the lesson of Bruce Norris' tangy new play about race and real estate, Clybourne Park, which ingeniously borrows from A Raisin in the Sun.
Hawke is great at dredging up the play's offbeat humor, especially with Laurie Metcalf, who plays Beth's nattering mom. Yet, at times, the staging is too tame and tidy. When characters toss soup, why use an almost empty bowl? It's a messy play.
It's also a sometimes tedious one, too.
Whether they're tossing around tenpins or balls, they do it with such power, skill and grace that it takes on its own rhythmic elegance and beauty.