Costumes
Last year Anastasia and I went as undecided Ohio voters. This year we’ve chosen a more subtle muse: I now own a pair of overalls. And a pitchfork.
Last year Anastasia and I went as undecided Ohio voters. This year we’ve chosen a more subtle muse: I now own a pair of overalls. And a pitchfork.
The first 45 minutes of The Trojan Women had two levels — yelling and interpretive dance. The next 45 minutes turned into a Greek Rocky Horror picture show, thanks in large part to over-the-top performances by Menelaus and Helen of Troy Greece. We secured front row seats in a black box theater, thanks mostly to [...]