In the new play by Brian Watkins, a California meteorologist struggles to deliver daily weather reports that whitewash our unfortunate climate reality. Julia McDermott, who plays Stacey in the play ...

Tyne Rafaeli’s brisk direction helps disguise the infelicities of the script, particularly a descent into magic realism that seems too convenient. McDermott’s performance is so fluid it could snap ...

Every so often, you’ll hear a critic — and by “a critic,” I mean me — lamenting over theater that, in its DNA, it’s actually much closer to being television. These are plays that take little or no ...

The extra minutes also should help illuminate the not insignificant subplot about her mom’s paranormal ability to make water appear out of thin air—a gift that Stacey has inherited but can’t summon as ...

Stacey Gross, a perky meteorologist who uses a thermos of Prosecco and a stream of peppy banalities as crutches, has been taking audiences on an emotional roller coaster ever since “Weather Girl” ...

The show starts in unlit gloom, as Stacey unspools her inner thoughts in a babygirl voice. Why did she become a weather girl? Was it her way of staying one jump ahead of an act of God? The world seems ...

In the new play by Brian Watkins, a California meteorologist struggles to deliver daily weather reports that whitewash our unfortunate climate reality. This story was produced for StudentNation, a ...

Stacey is a California weather girl. An oversexed and underpaid harbinger of our dying planet. But today, her regular routine of wildfires, prosecco, and teeth whitening descends into a scorched earth ...