I always remember best the shows that really move me, for better or for worse. The ones I dislike give me, at least, plenty of gas to write on. And the shows that delight are wonderful to watch, wonderful to write about, wonderful to remember.
*"Mister Roberts" at the La Habra Depot Playhouse--A simple production, unpretentious in its challenge to the famous film with the all-star cast. But the company took hold of the story, telling it in an intensely personal way, and the result was funny and moving.
*"The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe" at the La Habra Depot Playhouse--A different sort of a show at the same theater, but the only thing moving here was the set. This epic fantasy was reduced to a whirlwind of disjointed scenes squashed into corners left open when the set would, momentarily, stand still. Unforgettably unmagical.
*"The Sound of Music" at the Anaheim Cultural Arts Center--There was plenty of magic in this ambitious mounting of the Von Trapp saga, featuring children in all the roles, which involved 80 young people in two complete casts. They played it for real, seriously enough to make sense of the story, but not so seriously that one couldn't smile at the spectacle of a dozen pint-size nuns lip-syncing Latin.