Every summer, across the country, outdoor amphitheaters roll out the red blanket for the Greatest Literary Figurehead Ever and begin cranking out night after night of sonnets and stanzas. This is no small feat- catering to a populace whose concept of tragedy involves that time that Maks dropped Kirstie Alley is probably nerve-wracking for actors who must deliver dialogue without the benefit of New Jersey accents or spray tans. But after a long year of apocalyptically bad... More >>>