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iPhoto caption: My Name Is Lucy Barton production still by Dahlia Katz.
REVIEW: Maev Beaty sparkles at the centre of a sparse My Name Is Lucy Barton
In Rona Munro’s adaptation, My Name Is Lucy Barton loses some bite; it’s debatable how well the idea works as a piece of theatre. That said, Beaty gleams in a rousing solo performance that showcases her range and emotional depth.
The curious case of the embedded critic
Intermission's senior editor Aisling Murphy reflects on her time as an embedded critic with the cast and creative team of The Exhale, a new play by Lisa Alves about polyamory, queerness¦and air conditioners.
2023 in review at Intermission Magazine
It’s been one heck of a year at Intermission. After founding and leading the publication for seven years, including steering it through the pandemic, Philip Riccio decided it was time...
iPhoto caption: Photo by Dahlia Katz
REVIEW: Letters From Intermission, a ritual
On opening night of Letters From Max at The Theatre Centre, as we took in Maev Beaty and Jesse LaVercombe, and their bodies, and their voices, so close we could hear each breath and spot the flying spittle, I found myself drafting this letter.