Mac Brydon

This excellent ensemble...play their roles extremely well...

a slick little thriller...Boal's dialogue is sharp throughout. A tirade through which...Pimm (Mac Brydon)...challenges Staats on a definition of the word "friend" is especially juicy. Indeed, the jeremiad leaps naturally from the characterization of Pimm...

Mac Brydon as manager Abie Stein brings a bit of Damon Runyan to the mix with his over-the-top New York accent...

The cast members (all game)...

the quixotic and darkly insinuating Mac Brydon...vibrant production...flawless acting...Actors Brydon and Tramont are superb...The ensemble work . . . is sharp, unexpected and devastating...must-see production

The actors...do splendid work under the direction of Austin Pendleton.

Mac Brydon had that sleazy charm of a Theatrical Manager. I could also see him as bookie in a Damon Runyon story.

Brydon's Gary proves a perfect foil...a money-obsessed fast talking fellow...a hoot, at once ridiculous and eerily plausible.

Austin Pendleton’s direction is masterful. He elicits tight, natural performances from actors playing characters who grow increasingly unnatural...Mac Brydon is delicious as Adam.

Brydon's utter physical ease and verbal dexterity made the audience instantly enamored of him.

The acting is spot on, especially with the two leads, Mac Brydon as Pimm and Ryan Tramont as Thomas.

...consistently crisp and witty performances...

an invigorated interrogation...Mr. Brydon, the play's focus, with a least two-thirds of the dialogue...a sly character...appropriates a credible anxiety and intensity

One of my favorite parts of the show, what brought some levity and humor, was the character Banquo (played by Mac Brydon) who was one of the show's saving graces, acting-wise. Unfortunately, the director cut his part down to nearly nothing. Brydon does a lot with what little role he has left, however.

Talented, appealing Mac Brydon was wasted in the one-trick role of Fletch, Harpagon's flamboyantly gay servant.

...she has a proper suitor in the equally-repressed Roger Doremus (Mac Brydon)...The cast is excellent...the members of Alma's book club are hilarious, with perfectly drawn characters that are exaggerated but never become caricature.

The key to this production...was the energy of Brydon and Pfister. As two crooks on speed they were bouncing off the walls; the staff should have distributed sedatives with the programs...In addition to their lightning pacing, these actors seemed to have mastered the Scots dialect...

The acting was outstanding, especially…Mac Brydon as Edgar.

…with Mac Brydon offering a fine supporting turn...

Mac Brydon...super-talented

Mac Brydon as Benedick aptly leads the show, turning in a wonderfully wry comic portrayal.

The cast is first-rate with Mac Brydon and Laura Siner realistically portraying this doomed marriage.

Brydon’s portrayal of Jim is the strongest in the show...every time he speaks, it’s electric.

Brydon's work was simply amazing. There is really no other way to put it. He was natural in everything he did...his Chevy-Chase/John Ritter-like physicality was reminiscent of the simple beauty of Dudley Moore hiding behind the flowers in the chapel in "10" - hilarious, believable, entertaining and FUN.

The physical comedy worked best. Mac Brydon, returning late in a second role as Gus, a geriatric stage hand, has a lot of fun inching about in contortions of pain.

a study in subtle, underplayed comic timing...The acting, too, is delightful.

..a very funny scene...his assistant Jack Valenti...shown handing toilet paper to Johnson so he could wipe his butt...

Brydon brings sharp comic timing to his wry portrayal of Roger Doremus, the mamma's boy and general dormouse of a man...he scurries to the loveseat & fans himself with a palm frond when confronted by his rival...a brilliantly funny moment of unspoken frustration...the funniest scene in the play...

…Brydon and Siner have formed a bond so strong...it seems like they're both at the center of the action, even when they're not. You can almost feel Brydon's eyes boring into Siner as Kirsten begs a neighbor for vanilla extract, for example; their work is really that connected.