Trimly mounted, crisply performed, a lyrical earful and a comic delight.
There's a feeling that a chance has been lost to reach a broader audience through theatrical drama.
A physically decorative ensemble enact witty, occasionally poignant vignettes.
Sam Shepard's play turns on the dolefully funny but emotionally arid ruminations of two old coots.
David Ives and Walter Bobbie take all the fun out of sexual power games by talking them to death.
It's easy to see why Ensemble Studio Theater put its chips on "Princes of Waco."
For signs of intelligent life in the theatrical universe, I hereby refer you to "Smudge."
Hilariously refracted through the shaky memories of company members.