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spatch and I celebrated the longest stretch of the year's light with the third-to-last night of Theatre@First's The Tempest, the farewell production of its longtime artistic director. Their lion-bronze Caliban stood laughing, in his hands the staff the island's magic had brought him in pieces, by right, made whole. In, summer!
spatch and I celebrated the longest stretch of the year's light with the third-to-last night of Theatre@First's The Tempest, the farewell production of its longtime artistic director. Their lion-bronze Caliban stood laughing, in his hands the staff the island's magic had brought him in pieces, by right, made whole. In, summer!
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Thank you! Their Ariel and Caliban, who are my standards for a production, were superb. The former was more sea-spirit than air elemental, in blue-ribboned slops, with shell-like fins behind his ears and strings of pearls in his red hair. Freed, he did not dart or dance; he knocked past Prospero's gesture of parting and walked straight down the hill without looking back.