Trying to sort out our plays for upcoming spring trip to NY. Looks like we will have time for 4 plays during our stay. Right now DEH & The Comet are set in stone. Want to pick one more musical, narrowed it down to Willie Wonka, Come from Away, Groundhog Day & Waitress. (tough to pick only 1!) Also want to see one drama, with Burn This is on the radar for sure and penciled in.....The Present looks very interesting though. Does anyone know if this will be playing into Mid May? The Little foxes is maybe the third choice of dramas. Thanks!
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body
I would imagine they would try to play through the Tony awards
In our millions, in our billions, we are most powerful when we stand together. TW4C unwaveringly joins the worldwide masses, for we know our liberation is inseparably bound.
Signed,
Theater Workers for a Ceasefire
https://theaterworkersforaceasefire.com/statement
^ Highly unlikely. Cate Blanchett has multiple upcoming film engagements; it seems improbable she would be able to extend an additional three months.
"You travel alone because other people are only there to remind you how much that hook hurts that we all bit down on. Wait for that one day we can bite free and get back out there in space where we belong, sail back over water, over skies, into space, the hook finally out of our mouths and we wander back out there in space spawning to other planets never to return hurrah to earth and we'll look back and can't even see these lives here anymore. Only the taste of blood to remind us we ever existed. The earth is small. We're gone. We're dead. We're safe."
-John Guare, Landscape of the Body