Review: SOMETHING IN THE GAME at Northwestern’s American Music Theatre Project

Review: SOMETHING IN THE GAME at Northwestern’s American Music Theatre Project

Making flesh-and-blood figures into heroes is always a tricky thing. We tend to highlight their virtues and ignore their all too human flaws, only for those flaws to present themselves later on. This can lead to a sense of cognitive dissonance, of feeling like we were never right to revere that person in the first place. But ultimately, our understanding that all people have their own particular flaws, and allowing both the positive and negative sides of a person to coexist, can sometimes lead to a richer, more truthful perception of the heroes we admire, as real human beings who struggled with the same things that we do. SOMETHING IN THE GAME, a new musical currently running as part of Northwestern University’s American Music Theatre Project, seeks to take a more well-rounded look at one particularly enduring hero: Notre Dame football coach Knute Rockne.

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theTEN with Stef Tovar

theTEN with Stef Tovar

What would Stef Tovar name his boat? Find out in our new series, theTEN.

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Review: BOY at TimeLine

Review: BOY at TimeLine

With BOY, TimeLine sets a strong example of theater as a call to action, conversation and empathy.

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Review: THE CHRISTMAS SCHOONER at Mercury Theater Chicago

Review: THE CHRISTMAS SCHOONER at Mercury Theater Chicago

Peter Stossel is set on sailing through dangerous winter conditions to deliver Christmas trees – tenenbaums – to the German immigrants of Chicago so that they can enjoy their holiday season with the traditions of old.

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Review: A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO THE GYNECOLOGIC ONCOLOGY UNIT AT MEMORIAL SLOAN-KETTERING CANCER CENTER OF NEW YORK CITY at Route 66 Theatre Company

Review: A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO THE GYNECOLOGIC ONCOLOGY UNIT AT MEMORIAL SLOAN-KETTERING CANCER CENTER OF NEW YORK CITY at Route 66 Theatre Company

A hospital room is a ubiquitous yet evocative thing. Stiff linen corners, tiny paper cups, polyester-clad furniture – all in chemical pastels so sterile that even the filth of grief and the sloppiness of celebration remain unabsorbed.

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