Matt Fama

December 20, 2025

For those who know me, you all know I’m not one of those deep DEEP thinkers who can spew out philosophy or theory. I barely understood any of it my freshman year in Honors college. And for the more rounded theater people, it’s obvious this is what makes up the DNA for theatre of the absurd, a genre I find both unique and exhausting all at once. And to see the biggest piece of absurdism of them all feels like some kind of right of passage, especially when the script is all bare bones and you got someone like Jaime Lloyd who’s signature style is bare bones. But the final result of it all feels somewhat lackluster, and not even this staging could help me to understand what was coming out of anyone’s mouth.

November 22, 2025

I think we’ve all come to know how unyielding the wealthy elite can be. We see it enough in the media as it is, and for the ones that tend to have it coming, I find it sometimes a thrill to watch their empires crumble (that’s more the true crime part of me with those specific elites). Who doesn’t wanna have all the money and luxuries and influence in the world? And the people who do have tend to go on spending and spending on the grandest of things. But eventually ones gotta ask themselves, especially like the family at the center of “The Queen Of Versailles,” “when will enough be enough?”

November 2, 2025

Some context: Santa and Mrs. Claus prepare to retire after 1000 years of service. Who’s taking gonna take over as the next Santa? Enter Nick, a single dad and website designer. A role of such nuance and variety, played by an actor of such versatility and… let me put it this way. I play the part!!!

November 1, 2025

When “Chess” had its short lived run back in the 1980’s, the world was locked in a bitter war of power, trust games, espionage, and unwavering nationalism. Jump nearly four decades later to this day in theater history, the day “Chess” makes its long overdue return to Broadway, and it is still scarily parallel to these times.

October 29, 2025

Something has certainly begun at Lincoln Center this season. Something magnificent. Something majestic. Something glorious. That would be the new revival of “Ragtime,” which has come to us at, heartbreakingly enough, the right moment in our historical timeline.

October 26, 2025

The setting of this show may be listed as “a couch in the void” (I still can’t piece that one together given it’s also listed as Idaho, and yes, all that’s onstage is a couch), but what Samuel D. Hunter has filled into this void along with that couch is a case of familial drama at its finest; a tale of old wounds, surprising restarts, shattered hearts, and, above all, connection in the worst of times. These are what make up the DNA of “Little Bear Ridge Road,” the freshest new and entirely original play I’ve come to see in a really long time, and especially in a season that’s falling hard into the lackluster category.

September 29, 2025

Don’t let the title fool you, James Graham’s “Punch” may make you think it’s about nothing but physical violence, but, and while that’s kinda true, this is a “punch” that hits you more emotionally and not physically. It’s a riveting, highly compelling tale of redemption and community found in the least likely of places anyone could ever expect, and, without giving away too much about the storyline, you will be astonished, and even moved, as to where it’s found. It doesn’t take long for you to bite the bait this show gives you to be hooked, and once you’re hooked, the ride is one you don’t want to get off of.

September 12, 2025

I had my preconceived notions that this “Gatsby” would be a flat out, cheap, uninspiring, commercialized rendezvous given previous testimonies I’ve heard and read, so I decided to swear off seeing it given this was my favorite book, and I didn’t wanna see it presented as this type of garbage. But I went to celebrate my stepsister’s birthday, and now… those preconceived notions have now been confirmed.

August 22, 2025

You ever had not a mind fuck, but a mind explosion?! If not, let me define it for you: it’s when your mind is so overcome with thoughts from thrilling, maybe even unreal, things that it feels like your brain is cracking and ready to burst into a million pieces from the intensity of these thoughts. That’s what happened to me at “Stranger Things: The First Shadow.”

June 27, 2025

I’ve gotten a little reflective this past week or so now. It all started with a conversation in therapy about finding the balance in work and joy in performing. I learned it all ties back to a very open-ended question: “why we do it.” I’m never dishonest to any of you on here when I write my reviews and whatnot, and I won’t stop now. In truth, I never pondered that question. It’s not that I never wanted to; it was just something that hadn’t crossed my mind. So I was tasked to spend some time to think of a response not just for therapy, but for myself as an artist. I’ve shared this answer amongst family members and my therapist, but I feel truly comfortable enough to share it with all of you given theater and performance is an enormous part of my DNA. So, here we go.