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The new musical Giulia: The Poison Queen of Palermo has quite a few things going for it: an undoubtedly based name; some lovely chiaroscuro tableaux on its off-kilter set; and the appealing work of star Jennifer Nettles, who wrote the show upon learning of Giulia Tofana, a 17th century apothecary who, legend goes, sold a proprietary arsenic concoction to women seeking to rid themselves of abusive husbands. As far as ideas for musicals go, this one’s delicious.
Since appearing in Chicago in 2015, but especially after her top-tier 2021 stint in Waitress, the Sugarland singer-songwriter has been candid about her love of the stage and desire to bring this story to life. Nettles’ passion is palpable and often infectious, to say nothing of her gorgeous voice, which is characterful, strong and limber; the kind we don’t hear much anymore in our sanitized conservatory hellscape. As a performer, her hunger to please is a refreshing change of pace and—surprisingly, considering she here acts as creator-writer-composer-star—lacks the ego to craft everything around her talent or character.
Though perhaps maybe she should have. Having its world premiere at PAC NYC, Giulia lays out several promising ingredients which director Mary Zimmerman doesn’t properly batch into a satisfying elixir, failing mainly as a cohesive narrative about Tofana’s life. Its two acts center around Giulia and largely take place at her shop, sure, but there is far too much going on in Sicily to let a memorable character develop.
There is, as you can imagine, an unkind husband (Matthew Amira) who leads Giulia to her murderous path, and maybe a daughter (Aubrey Matalon) whose doomed impending nuptials get the matriarch thinking about women’s lot in life. But there’s also the plague, vaguely, the townswomen with their accompanying spousal gripes, and some mess about a slimy new governor (Christopher M. Ramirez) trying to sell the local cardinal (Quentin Earl Darrington) on his scam for a new aqueduct that will put an end to Palermo’s ongoing drought. All overseen by an unrelated narrator (Bre Jackson) and, evidently, the occult, goat-headed icon Baphomet, who skulks about with Jungian mischief whenever Giulia contemplates her dark side. (This last element worked surprisingly well for me, affixing some indelible spookiness.)
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The score—an attractive blend of post-Hamilton hip-hop recitative, pop and tarantella—is bloated at 13 numbers per act which don’t flow in continuous movement. The unfortunate effect, as the narrative barrels forward, is that scarce beats land and even less seem to matter. When Giulia offs her husband very early on, it’s a logical action, but one that lacks emotional expressiveness. Sure, he’s bad = dump him, but the momentous decision, so clearly meant to resonate through to our own age, hardly scratches any psychological surface. Much of the musical’s gender politics play out in this way, sloganeering at us that the townswomen deserve better—fine for a schlockier revenge tale with no time to waste between kills—then asking us for investment where there is no nuance.
I lay the blame at Zimmerman’s feet only because the muchness of the first-timer Nettles’ material feels so pure, so earnestly over-delivered to a collaborator trusted to boil things down to their perfect essence. No ingredients in Giulia’s poison are bad so much as toxically undiluted, extending to the production elements. Ana Kuzmanić’s costumes are period-appropriate but samey, making it difficult to individualize the many, many side characters. T.J. Gerckens’ lighting is Catholically moody, but wasted on Daniel Ostling’s scenic design, which is clever but wasted on itself. The set’s main feature is a large, three-doored armoire that varies as archways, church confessionals, closet spaces and apothecary storage. It’s a stunning invention, endlessly creative, but Zimmerman stations it stage-right and blocks the vast majority of the action in the constrictive, repetitive downstage right—even with a gloriously shadowy stairwell that dies as a largely unused playing area.
With such a potent concept, and with Nettles’ propulsive fervor behind it, the Poison Queen stands to rise again—with a fool-proof, 100-proof staging.
Giulia: The Poison Queen of Palermo is in performance through August 2, 2026 at PAC NYC on Fulton Street in New York City. For tickets and more information, visit here.
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We’re “hungry” for this opening! Julia Lester will star in Hungry Women at the SoHo playhouse this summer. The play, which is written by Melissa Maney and directed by Danielle Caggiano, will run from July 23 to Aug. 30 at SoHo Playhouse, with official opening set for July 25.
The play explores what our world would look like across two hundred years with one small difference: men are extinct. The dark comedy explores survival, identity, sexuality, motherhood, and the reshaping of power in the absence of the patriarchy. In the end, it asks: What are women most hungry for?
“I really believe that there’s something for everyone to get out of this story – be it a new perspective, a moment of empowerment and understanding, or a much-needed laugh or two,” playwright Maney said in a release.
Lester, who earned a Tony Award nomination for her role as Little Red in the 2022 revival of Into the Woods, will be joined by Zoe Dean, Mariyea, and Sophie Zmorrod.
The production features scenic and projection design by Qingan Zhang, costume design by Olivia Hern, lighting design by Annie Garrett-Larsen, sound design by Chris Verde, and dramaturgy by Alejandra Godoy. Kaelin Elizabeth Fuld is the stage manager. Elise Joyner is the assistant stage manager. Publicity, Social Media and Marketing Consulting by Kampfire.
Hungry Women runs at the SoHo Playhouse on 15 Vandam Street in New York City from July 23 to Aug. 30. For tickets and more information, visit here.
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We haven’t seen this one before, but we may have been here! We’ve Been Here Before: A One-Woman Musical written by and starring Lindsey Kraft will make its New York stage premiere off-Broadway for a two-week engagement from Aug. 4 to Aug. 17 at SoHo Playhouse. The musical was created by, written, and stars Kraft, with music direction by Ben Folds.
We’ve Been Here Before: A One-Woman Musical follows 40-year-old Liv, who is co-dependent and about to have a mid-life awakening spawned by the insatiable urge to write music. She has no prior experience, but learns to play piano while starting a relationship with a secret online confidant. Through raw, original music about family secrets, unspoken truths, and the courage to stand alone, she is led out of woods she didn’t even realize she was in.
Kraft is best known for her 20 years as a screen actor, performing in Netflix’s Grace and Frankie, HBO’s Getting On, and most recently, Apple TV’s, The Shrink Next Door opposite Will Ferrell and Paul Rudd. Her musical We’ve Been Here Before earned 5-star reviews in front of sold-out audiences at Adelaide’s 2026 Fringe Festival in its workshop form. We’ve Been Here Before chronicles her discovery of music and songwriting as an adult, and the self-honesty that can be learned from brutally honest creativity. In Lindsey’s words, “the songs knew the truth before I did!”
Kraft, as Liv, is joined onstage by music director Folds and musician Dan Rudin. The musical is co-directed by Kraft and Machel Ross.
We’ve Been Here Before: A One-Woman Musical runs at the SoHo Playhouse on 15 Vandam Street in New York City from Aug. 4 to 17. For tickets and more information, visit here.
