Harry Potter and the Cursed Child Dazzles, Astonishes, and Wows! You Will Believe a Boy Can Wizard!

Adam Grant Morrison, David Fine, and Maren Searle Photo by Evan Zimmerman

First off, let’s deal with the Dementor in the room: the Dark Lord, J.K. Rowling. I struggled with whether or not to review Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. Faithful readers know that transgender issues are very important to me and my family. It’s one of the oldest conundrums in the world of art, can you still love and enjoy the art when the artist is revealed to be someone you cannot, in good conscience, support?

I own all the movies on Blu-ray, so as long as I don’t upgrade to 4K UHD, can I still watch and enjoy them, since I’m not adding any money to Rowling’s Gringotts vault? I love the Harry Potter books and films, and I really wanted to see the touring production of this Broadway show, but I was torn. I receive press tickets, so in that regard I’m not putting money in she-who-must-not-be-named’s pocket. But what about those who might read my review and decide to see it? I can’t just take the press tickets and then not review the show.

And what about the hundreds of people a tour like this employs, the actors, many of whom, if they’re just starting out or aren’t big names, don’t have the luxury of turning down a steady job? Doesn’t their work deserve to be acknowledged and praised or critiqued on its own merits? Then the rationalizations start to kick in, driven by that primal urge to see a favorite story continue, to find out what happens to characters I fell in love with a quarter of a century ago. Can the $5 or $10 that might go to Rowling from each ticket really matter at this point? Doesn’t she already have more money than she could ever need to spread her particular brand of ignorance? Probably. And yet, I was torn.

My fellow Twin Cities theater blogger over at Cherry and Spoon suggested that, even though our tickets were free, we could offset our attendance by donating the cost of those tickets to an organization that supports and protects the transgender community. So I’ve made a donation to Transforming Families equivalent to the full cost of the tickets.

Transforming Families is a Minnesota-based 501(c)(3) nonprofit that provides:

Monthly support groups for youth and caregivers
Educational and social events that build confidence and connection
Advocacy and outreach to create safer schools and communities
Family mentorship to help relocating families build supportive networks

When my son George first transitioned, we found answers and community through Transforming Families of Minnesota. At the time, the group consisted of maybe a dozen families gathering for peer-led support. Over the past decade, it has grown to more than 1,000 members. I offer this as a way to ease the guilt of any other Potterheads who can’t help but go to the show but feel conflicted.

Now, the review.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child, pared down from its original two-part version (still running in London), is written by Jack Thorne, based on a story conceived by Rowling, Thorne, and John Tiffany. I had never read the script, though I believe someone in my family owns it. So I can’t say what’s missing from the extended version, which runs over five hours. What I can say is that, at just under three hours, this version absolutely flies by.

There’s a campaign called #KeepTheSecrets that urges audiences not to spoil the plot or its twists. There’s even a spoiler notice in the cast list asking audiences not to read it until after the show. So I’ll keep it simple: the story takes place 19 years after the events of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. The children of Harry and Ginny, Ron and Hermione, and Draco Malfoy take center stage, but don’t worry, their parents are very much present and play significant roles.

But let’s be honest, what you really want to know is: how’s the magic?

It’s everything you want it to be and more.

There are effects I have no idea how they accomplished, and others where I can guess the technique, but they’re executed so flawlessly that they’re still astonishing. One effect, used whenever reality is distorted, makes the entire stage seem to ripple, as if the world itself is being rewritten before your eyes. I assume it’s some lighting or projection, but it looks uncannily real.

And it’s not all massive, mind-blowing spectacle. One of the most jaw-dropping moments happens right at the beginning: as the kids run toward Platform 9¾, the actors, dressed in ordinary street clothes, spin once and instantly appear in full Hogwarts robes. It happens in a fraction of a second. It’s completely unexpected and utterly magical.

Technically, every aspect of the production is flawless, with one minor exception. During a climactic wand battle, there appeared to be a glitch, the flames that should have appeared didn’t. It was a bit of a bummer (and forced me to rethink the photo I planned to use for this review), but honestly, the show is so dazzling that the moment barely registers. I suspect it will be fixed quickly.

Performance wise, the cast faces a daunting challenge. The films have left such an indelible impression of these characters that it’s hard not to compare. Still, I found myself adjusting fairly quickly. Ryan Hallahan felt a bit too jockish as Draco Malfoy, and Adam Grant Morrison was perhaps slightly too whiny as Albus Potter. On the other hand, David Fine is terrific as Scorpius, bringing warmth and humor to the role.

If you’re a Harry Potter fan, you’ll want to see this. It truly is magical. Ticket prices are a bit steeper than most shows, but you can see where the money goes, it’s all onstage, and it’s worth it for true believers.

But if you do go, please consider making a donation to Transforming Families. I know tickets are expensive, so even contributing the $5 or $10 that might otherwise go to Rowling per ticket would be a meaningful gesture.

Harry Potter and the Cursed Child runs through May 17 at the Orpheum Theatre in downtown Minneapolis. For more information and tickets, visit hennepinarts.org.

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Once Upon a Mattress at Lakeshore Players

Once Upon a Mattress at Lakeshore Players in White Bear Lake is a case of the parts being more successful than the whole. It’s ultimately an enjoyable experience, though the musical itself and, to be honest, this production as well, is by no means a must-see. The show has a couple of memorable songs, but there’s a reason it isn’t performed very often. It’s a bit unfocused, though still serviceable. I suspect there’s been some script tweaking, as it felt surprisingly meta for a 1959 musical. I didn’t catch all of the pop culture references, there were definitely allusions to boy bands (a world I know nothing about), and likely other musical nods that went over my head. Younger or more in-the-know audiences may get more out of those moments.

The plot adapts The Princess and the Pea, padded out with enough additions to stretch to nearly three hours, including an intermission. To its credit, it doesn’t feel that long. If there’s a primary issue with this production, it’s likely budget and time, the perennial challenges of theater-making. This is an epic-length musical with a serviceable but bare-bones set design by Justin Hooper. The main set piece, a large staircase connected to a platform upstage that later transforms into the famous stack of mattresses, is an impressive build. However, it seems to have consumed much of the available resources, leaving little room to flesh out the rest of the set. They gamely try and get a lot of mileage out of a large red see through curtain, but it shows. One could argue for a simple, elegant aesthetic, but that doesn’t quite match the tone of this show.

It often feels like what works does so at the expense of something else. The costumes by Sarah Christenson, for example, include some genuinely inspired choices. The Minstrel, played perfectly by Devin Dolquist, is clearly styled after Elton John, and the costume is fantastic. Sir Harry’s look feels like it stepped out of a fairy tale and then got run through a hipster filter, and King Sextimus sports a ’70s Elvis-style white jumpsuit with a cape, another fun touch. But much of the rest of the cast is dressed in either jeans and T-shirts or corsets and bustiers. You get the sense that, with more time and budget, the entire design could have matched the creativity of those standout elements. Instead, the inconsistency contributes to an overall feeling of disjointedness, as though the production never quite comes together as a unified whole.

Thankfully, the cast is consistently strong. The secondary romantic pair, Sir Harry and Lady Larkin, are especially well played by Thomas Friebe and Lizzie Stuebs. They get a standout song in each Act, and both are highlights of the show. Sophia LaFave as Princess Winnifred fully leans into her big numbers, delivering them with just the right amount of attitude. And Maya Vagle as Queen Aggravain, delightfully overbearing and far too attached to her son, is fabulously over-the-top in all the best ways.

Once Upon a Mattress runs through May 17th at Lakeshore Players. For more information and to purchase tickets go to https://www.lakeshoreplayers.org/mattress-season-73

The Wizard of Oz Creates a World of Magic and Wonder at the Children’s Theatre Company

Regina Marie Williams, Reed Sigmund, Aniya Bostick, and Dean Holt Photo by Glen Stubbe Photography

The Wizard of Oz probably looked like a no-brainer when it was scheduled, likely around the time Wicked was becoming a global blockbuster in movie theaters. Now, coming on the heels of its less successful Part 2, Wicked: For Good, it might not feel like quite the slam dunk Children’s Theatre Company was hoping for.

I don’t see every show at CTC. Frankly, my kids are grown, the grandkids don’t live in town, and my niece and nephew are getting a bit old for most of their programming. But I try to catch one or two shows a year, usually something that appeals to me, my wife, or one of our usual plus-ones. The other factor is cost: tickets aren’t cheap, and if I’m going to recommend a show to a family, it needs to justify that price. This one absolutely does, it’s worth the splurge for a family outing.

The production is extremely faithful to the classic film, featuring all the songs you remember and love from childhood. I’m old enough to remember when The Wizard of Oz aired just once a year on network television, an event in our house. (I want to say it was around Easter, though that might be my memory playing tricks.) Either way, it was appointment viewing, something we looked forward to every year. I revisited the film a few years ago in its converted 3D version, and it still holds up, and if you are interested in such things, it’s a really solid conversion to 3D. But I may be wandering off into the haunted forest here. What I mean to say is: this feels like event theater, something you plan for, splurge on, and remember as a family. It’s filled with humor, unforgettable music, and impressive stage magic.

The role of Dorothy is played on alternate nights by two young actors, Aniya Bostick, who performed the night I attended, and Harriet Spencer. Bostick capably shoulders the weight of the entire production. Her talent and confidence in such an iconic role make her one to watch.

The entire cast is strong, but two scene-stealers deserve special mention. First is Alfie as Toto, who earns a collective “awww” from the audience every time he trots onstage, never missing a cue or putting a paw wrong. Second is a brief but hilarious moment from Brendan Nelson Finn as one of the apple trees, he knows exactly how to land a laugh without derailing the scene.

One of the production’s greatest strengths is the casting of Dorothy’s companions. These aren’t just solid performances, they’re fully committed, energetic, and deeply entertaining portrayals that elevate the show from something aimed primarily at children to something that genuinely works for all ages. No one phones it in; every actor digs into their role, finding every opportunity for humor and heart. The result is a show that trusts its story to captivate children while delivering performances that keep adults fully engaged. Leading that charge are Dean Holt as the Scarecrow, Regina Marie Williams as the Tin Man, and Reed Sigmund as the Cowardly Lion, who may well be the biggest laugh-getter of the night.

As mentioned, this is a production rich with stage magic, something I always appreciate when done well, and it certainly is here. Credit goes to the entire design team, starting with scenic designer Adam Koch, who brings to life a sepia-toned Kansas and the vibrant, technicolor lands of Oz. Costume designer Lex Liang strikes a nice balance between originality and homage, no designs are direct copies of the film, but all are clearly inspired by it. Lighting designer Jeanette Oi-Suk Yew, sound designer Reid Rejsa, and projection designer Kylee Loera all contribute to a seamless blend of effects that create a true sense of wonder.

If your kids are begging to see Harry Potter and the Cursed Child but your bank loan didn’t come through, this is a fantastic alternative, and one that wont put a penny into the despicable J.K. Rowling’s pockets. One you can enjoy without putting your house up as collateral, though you’ll still most likely need to put it on a Credit Card and pay it off over a couple of months.

The Wizard of Oz runs through June 14 at Children’s Theatre Company in Minneapolis. For more information and tickets, visit https://childrenstheatre.org/whats-on/the-wizard-of-oz-2/

Little Women Gets a Hugely Successful Adaptation at the Guthrie Theater

George Keller (Marmee), May Heinecke (Beth), Isabella Star LeBlanc (Louisa/Jo), Audrey Parker (Amy), and Stephanie Anne Bertumen (Meg) Photo by Dan Norman

Little Women has long been a favorite story of mine. I first experienced it in 1994 when I saw the film adaptation starring Winona Ryder in theaters. Since then, I’ve read the novel and seen other screen adaptations. But my only previous stage experience was the 2021 production at Artistry of Little Women: The Broadway Musical, which, frankly, was a disappointment. After that, I shied away from other stage versions, feeling that perhaps the theater just wasn’t the right venue for this story. Five years later, I decided to try again, this time with a non-musical adaptation at the Guthrie Theater. Why return? The script is by Lauren M. Gunderson, the most produced playwright in the country and the writer behind The Christmas at Pemberley trilogy, which follows characters from Jane Austen’s Pride and Prejudice, which are a personal favorite. (I’m still waiting for some ambitious theater company to mount all three plays in rep!)

So how does Gunderson’s adaptation compare to the Broadway musical? It blows it out of the water in every conceivable way. Gunderson uses the clever narrative device of having Louisa May Alcott herself tell the story. For those unfamiliar, Little Women is largely based on Alcott’s own life and her relationship with her three sisters. When the play opens, Alcott introduces us to her family, and then to their fictional counterparts. What’s beautiful about the story is how we follow the sisters and their relationships with each other and those around them. It feels very much in the vein of Jane Austen; you develop the same attachment to the characters, their misfortunes, and their joys. This is a story that thrives not on action or mystery, but on character.

Any adaptation of Little Women will succeed or fail largely on the strength of its cast. These are beloved characters, and audiences come in not just knowing them, but loving them. The cast here is sublime, led by Isabella Star LaBlanc as Louisa and, by extension, Jo. LaBlanc brings the perfect mix of confidence and intelligence. Her Jo has mischief in her eyes and secrets just beneath the surface. The moment that crystallizes her perfect casting is the look she gives the audience just before the blackout at the end of Act I. It can’t be described, it must be seen.

It’s also great to see Stages of MN favorite Daniel Petzold as Laurie. His strongest moments come in his interactions with Louisa; he’s particularly well suited to the show’s more meta elements, as well as the older, more mature version of the character. His younger moments feel slightly forced at first, but that fades as Laurie grows. The three sisters are equally well cast: Stephanie Anne Bertumen as Meg, May Heinecke as Beth, and Audrey Parker as Amy fully embody these beloved roles. A shout-out as well to George Keller, who is excellent as Marmee and delightfully comic as Aunt March.

As with most Guthrie productions, the set looks like a million bucks. Designed by Junghyun Georgia Lee, it’s a true stunner: an open grassy clearing surrounded by woods, with pieces of furniture scattered throughout. It supports the idea that we are watching Louisa and her sisters enact the story, rather than attempting strict realism. It’s a bold choice, and it works beautifully.

Fans of Little Women owe it to themselves to see this production. Like Theatre in the Round’s production of Pride and Prejudice last fall, it makes a story from another era feel fresh, immediate, and original.

Little Women runs through June 21st at the Guthrie Theater in Minneapolis. For more information and to purchase tickets go to https://www.guthrietheater.org/whats-on/little-women/

The Boy Who Cried a Solo Show With Just Three More Performances Is Not to be Missed

The Boy Who Cried is Em Adam Rosenberg’s first solo show. Faithful readers will know what a huge fan I am of Rosenberg, dating back to the first time I saw them onstage in the early days of The Stages of MN, in Theatre Pro Rata’s production of Top Girls at the Crane Theatre. So of course I was there for their first solo show, one that Rosenberg not only performs, but wrote as well.

As the title suggests, the piece uses the familiar lesson turned bedtime story of the boy who cried wolf as a launching point to explore Rosenberg’s own ideas. The show is divided into two acts. The first is about 85 percent comedic, with Rosenberg addressing the audience as though we are the sheep to their shepherd boy. This shepherd has a vivid imagination and fills long, lonely hours with elaborate fantasies—like a courtroom trial in which my wife and I (as sheep) are prosecuted for public sex. Rosenberg plays prosecutor, defense attorney, witness, judge, everyone! Delivering a comedic tour de force. But at the end of the first act, what has been light and silly takes a dark turn when a wolf attacks. But is it a wolf or a wolf in men’s clothing? What has been slain sheep, or innocence?

The second act jumps 20 years into the future, exploring how the past reverberates into the present, before taking a final leap into something strange and wonderful.

The website says the production weaves a personal narrative together with the familiar fable. Part of me doesn’t want that to be true. We like to imagine that our favorite artists’ creativity comes from childhoods full of encouragement and freedom, where imagination is allowed to run wild. But more often than we’d like to admit, it comes from darker places. Just as turbulent political times, like the ones we’re living through now, can inspire great artistic work, the same is true on a personal level. For many, creation is a way to confront or purge demons; for others, it’s a sign they’ve moved beyond them, able to transform pain into art rather than let it cause harm.

I don’t know whether Rosenberg experienced the trauma the piece implies, or if this is a fable meant to help us better understand the trauma of others. Either way, it offers a more meaningful lesson than a simple story about a boy so desperate for attention that he risks the safety of his village just to be seen.

I can’t speak to Em Adam Rosenberg the person, only to the artist. And the artist has once again revealed a new dimension, this time as a writer. In one fell swoop, they demonstrate not only that they can write a great show, but that they can move fluidly between comedy, drama, and fable at a high level. Every time I see Rosenberg’s work, I discover something new to admire, another talent coming into focus.

Em, I hope you never stop surprising me. But should we ever reach the end of “new” talents to discover, it won’t matter. You will always be seen. I will always see you.

The Boy Who Cried is running randomly at The Hive Collaborative through April 26th but there are only 3 more performances and this should not be missed. For specific dates, times, and tickets go to https://www.thehivecollaborativemn.com/events/ekfp2ln88d86u7qwotd6ortatym11h

The Full Monty From Theatre 55 Leaves Nothing to the Imagination Featuring Six Very “Brave” Performances

The Cast (who you can see much more of in the show) Photo by Dan Norman

The Full Monty is what it’s called, what it promises, and, I’m fairly certain, what it delivers. I say “fairly certain” because the show’s final reveal hinges on a well-timed lighting cue. The guys fully commit, and in the moment just before the blackout, there’s little doubt that once the G-strings are gone, so is everything else. So why, you might ask, should you go if they pull a trick at the end to prevent a clear look at their one-eyed trouser snakes? (Sorry—I saw Grumpy Old Men: The Musical on Sunday, and Grandpa’s one-liners are still rattling around in my head.)

Well, come on, if you want to see the penis’ (I don’t know what the plural is for penis, I’ve only ever had one of my own) of a bunch of men over 55 google it. You don’t really need to see the full package, because what you’re actually there for is the vulnerability, of both the performers and their characters. This show isn’t about sex or nudity; it’s about self-confidence, acceptance, being true to yourself, and showing up for each other. It’s about vulnerability, and who better to explore that than a group of men who often cope through toxic masculinity, bottling up feelings, and hiding fear and shame?

Based on the 1997 film of the same name, the musical relocates the story from Northern England to Buffalo, New York. Why? It doesn’t really matter, one economically depressed city facing mass unemployment looks a lot like another, and the story is universal. A group of out-of-work men, each desperate for their own reasons, money, dignity, or both, hatch a plan to raise cash by putting on a one night only strip show. The problem? Most of them aren’t in great shape, most can’t dance, and none have done anything like this before. The fun of the show, and it is fun, is watching them talk themselves from a ridiculous idea to the point where they’re ready to step onstage in front of a sold-out crowd.

There are some genuinely fun songs, highlights include “Big-Ass Rock,” “Big Black Man,” and “The Goods.” There are also a couple of surprisingly touching numbers, “You Rule My World” and “You Walk With Me,” both of which land with real emotional weight. I’m not going to lie, that’s part of the deal, remember, the performances are a little uneven. But honestly, that works for a show about a group of guys who no one would nominate as Chippendales material, trying to pull off a strip show. Nobodies bad, few are great, and they pretty much all completely win you over. Their willingness to give you everything they have, or at least a glimpse of it, is inspiring and genuinely endearing.

So go for the… peniseses (?) (I did try and Google “plural Penis” and may have some explaining to do to Mrs. The Stages of MN), but stay for a show about figuring out what really matters. And for the joy of watching a group of artists over 55 prove they’re not done playin’ yet.

But hurry, this show closes this weekend, April 19, at the Frey Theatre at St. Catherine University. For more information and tickets, visit https://theatre55.org/current-show/

Ada Lovelace: Bride of Science is the Most Interesting Math Lesson You’ll Ever Get

Ada Lovelace: Bride of Science

Ada Lovelace: Bride of Science is the first full-length play written by Stages of MN favorite Nissa Nordland. I’ve enjoyed Nordland’s writing in her short-form plays featured at the Twin Cities Horror Festival and Minnesota Fringe Festival. I’ve loved those shows, but anyone familiar with those festivals knows that kind of work is unique. I was excited, but also a bit anxious, to see what she would do with a full-length play. After all, I promise Minnesota honest reviews, and being a favorite doesn’t grant immunity from criticism. I’m relieved to report that I came away impressed by the discipline of the piece, which is without a doubt a polished, effective, and creative telling of the story of real-life mathematician Ada Lovelace.

Lovelace, the daughter of the poet Lord Byron, was a woman ahead of her time. Considered the first computer programmer, she died in 1852 at the age of 36. Knowing Nordland’s affinity for the dark side, I suspect the title is a play on The Bride of Frankenstein, especially given that Ada’s father, Lord Byron, figures into the origin of Mary Shelley’s famous tale. Ada does seem to share with Victor Frankenstein a single-minded obsession in her pursuit of, at a stretch, an artificial form of life.

We follow Ada’s story from her parents’ separation when she was one month old through her death. Along the way, we witness her relationship with her overbearing mother, her marriage to William King-Noel, 1st Earl of Lovelace, and her own challenging relationship with her children. But the two most important relationships are with her dead father, who emerges from a painting to converse with and encourage her, and with Charles Babbage, fellow mathematician and inventor of the Analytical Engine, which would have been the world’s first computer if it had been completed. Ada could see the potential of the Analytical Engine beyond what even Babbage could, and far beyond what the rest of the world, unable to imagine its use, could grasp.

Gabi Jones, who is relatively new to me, does a great job handling the highly technical dialogue while also conveying Ada’s “poetical science” approach to her work. Derek Lee Miller, as both Lord Byron and William King-Noel, is excellent as always. I especially loved his take on the dead Lord Byron, including a song he sings to Ada that is particularly well done. Tara Lucchino, as Ada’s mother, does not shy away from the character’s cruelty, but also allows her softer side to come through. David Tufford capably handles some truly challenging technobabble, but his best moments come in conflict with Ada toward the end, as well as in scenes with her fellow mathematician and friend Mary Somerville, played by Victoria Pyan. Pyan excels in scenes addressing what she sees as Babbage taking advantage of Ada’s intellect without giving her proper credit.

Lastly, praise must be given to scenic designer Ursula K. Bowden for a surprisingly large scale set full of inventive touches, including a computer punch card flat that scrolls to display the year as the play progresses. Director Josh Cragun also deserves recognition; his use of movement creates an almost dreamlike quality in scenes that primarily serve to deliver exposition or endnotes, transforming what could be dry information dumps into elegantly engaging interludes.

Ada Lovelace: Bride of Science runs through April 19 at the Crane Theater in Northeast Minneapolis. For more information and tickets, visit https://nimbustheatre.com/productions/ada-lovelace