Folks come to show business in all sorts of ways. Some were born performers. Then there’s the guy who took drama classes in college to meet girls, or the woman who accompanied her nervous friend to an audition and walked away with a role herself.
Spirits may fly high at times in Anton Chekhov’s “The Seagull” but, ultimately, the emotional and intellectual longing that suffuses the play keeps its characters sadly grounded.
Kindness is a strange thing — it seems the healthiest of impulses, but it’s not always selfless. The world is full of well-meaning martyrs, and a good heart can often be a broken one. With “Grand Concourse,” playwright Heidi Schreck takes audiences to a Bronx soup kitchen, where the servers and the served...