God, that’s good! Yum…is that a pie fit for a king? A wondrous sweet— a most delectable thing! Well, I am no king (nor have I shaved the faces of any) but the pies in Kensington Arts Theatre’s production of Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street are to die for. Sit yourself at one of the rustically ill-sanded picnic tables just at the foot of the stage and if you dare (and are very lucky) you might just sneak a snack during the opening of Act II!
Give one sentence that totally encapsulates who you are. Impossible. What if you’re an egomaniac? That’s simple. You don’t care what people say about you as long as they say something. What if you’re a deeply insecure and rapidly approaching middle-age writer whose rejection track record has kept your current literary prospects from being approachable? That’s a bit more complex. It might be best if you don’t try to find that sentence and instead venture to Colonial Players to see their production of Sex With Strangers.
You spend your time seated in the audience, looking through the camera lens of your own two eyes every time you watch a show; you almost disappear into the magic that is the portrait of theatre, if the company putting the show on is doing it right. With the ephemeral beauty and ethereal magic that only musical theatre can provide, Kensington Arts Theatre produces a quality production of The Bridges of Madison County— the show’s DC Area community theatre premiere— almost as breathtaking as one of Robert Kincaid’s photographs.