July 2, 1999 |
"Time Flies When You're Alive," Paul Linke's autobiographical solo show about the death of his wife, Francesca, in 1986, was first produced in 1987. As Linke notes during the show's present run at Pacific Resident Theatre, he has performed "Time Flies" roughly 300 times. Yet in Charles Nelson Reilly's staging, based on Mark W. Travis' original direction, Linke's wrenching reminiscence echoes with undiminished artistry and surprising humor.
September 17, 1992 |
At this point in the autobiographical solo performance game, you gotta have a gimmick. The field's pretty crowded, and it's the rare performer who has anything new to contribute. There's certainly no new ground broken in "Undressing New Jersey (and Other States of Mind)" written by spouses Wendy Kamenoff and Steve Mittleman and performed by Kamenoff at the Court Theatre.
March 1, 2001 |
Margaret Medina is one smart actor. Witness: She can slip in and out of characters faster than a DJ spinning discs. She can do a wide range of accents; she can be funny, charming or thoughtful when it's called for; and she made sure to work with Mark W. Travis when developing her new solo show, "Margarita on the Rocks," at the Creative Center in North Hollywood. Travis, as every smart L.A.
October 21, 1992 |
Art Metrano fell from a ladder in 1989 and suffered a "hangman's break"--the kind of injury that kills people on the gallows. But Metrano survived. Now the actor and comic has turned the story of his ordeal into a rambling one-man up-from-adversity tale, "Twice Blessed," at the Hollywood Playhouse. Metrano hired writer Cynthia Lee and director Mark W. Travis to help stage his story.
August 11, 1993 |
Even paranoids have to laugh. That's the principle behind "Marooned in Malibu," a loony farce about Hollywood wanna-bes, at the Tiffany Theatre. Daniel Hopsicker's play poses a worst-case scenario for a troubled industry: A fire is out of control, the Santa Ana winds are raging, an earthquake is about to erupt, a tidal wave is offshore and the masses are burning the idle rich. "I've seen the future--it belongs to crowds," anxiously cries a horrified network executive.