This past Thursday and Friday found me at the Bryant-Lake Bowl for three separate productions. This was enough to illuminate fully the limitations of the venue--mainly, that the hard wooden seats would flatten the ass of even someone as amply shaped as a Sir Mix-A-Lot model, and that the sounds of pins falling and bowlers cheering can be woefully distracting. But then, so much time spent bivouacked at the theater also showed its compensating qualities. A few glasses of wine go a long way toward quieting the throbbing backbone, and BLB's sheer, weird variety of onstage programming more than makes up for the endless clamor of bowling balls finding... More >>>