Tuesday, April 29, 2008

I Know What You Should be Doing this Summer

Macbeth. Dir. Doug Scholz-Carlson. Perf. Christopher Gerson, Tarah Flanagan, and Kim Martin-Cotten. Great River Shakespeare Festival. Winona, Minnesota. 2007.
If you are going to see one play this summer, it should be at the Great River Shakespeare Festival in Winona, Minnesota.

I saw their Macbeth last year (the image above is from that play), and everything about it, from the sets to the acting to the amazingly large (and quite heavy) spears pictured above was marvelous.

In the category of revaling my bias, I should note that Chris Gerson is a good friend. But I think I could be critical of him if he ever gave a bad performance. So far, he hasn’t.

This summer, the Festival will put on The Merchant of Venice and The Taming of the Shrew. They both promise to be incredible. Make it your buisness to attend.

Our family will be going to Israel for a month this summer, and that month very nearly coincides with the GRSF; all the same, jetlagged or not, I’ll be there.

See you there, everyone!

Seriously.
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