While I apologize for the brief hiatus we have been forced to take (involving the unfortunate fact that half of our ensemble is composed of predatory carnivores, and the other half consists of all-to-trusting herbivores) I can't help but be excited, as one of my all-time favorite actors has returned to the stage in a production of the Bard's most famous play A Midsummer Night's Dream.
The actor of the hour is one R. Andrew Moore, who first caught my attention as The Fox in Aesop's Fables. It was his turn as an angel in the liturgical drama Hark! Harold the Angel Sings! that truly put him on the map. To this day, I can't help but smile when I recall his Fagin in Oliver! All in all, it can be said that Mr. Moore has performed in a number of plays with exclamation points in the titles.
In Midsummer, Mr. Moore breathes life into the role of Robin Starveling, unsung hero of the play. This lettered thespian digs into his role with great relish, stealing every scene. Indeed, if I have one complaint, it is that he is too good, and thus distracting from the humorous subplots (something about a fairy king and queen, and a handful of lovers lost in the woods.)
Rumor has it that he is planning a one-man version of Midsummer. If true, I shall die a happy rubber chicken knowing that the Bard's words live on, imbued with the strength and power of one of our generation's greatest players.