How did I lose my laugh? This is the question that solo artist Shameka Cunningham asks herself repeatedly throughout I Lost My Laugh in the Revolution. But whether or not she answers the question is up for debate. If she could commit to the role in a deeper way, the audience may be able to get to the root of her problem, but unfortunately this is not the case. [Read more...]

A seedy motel room, a bag full of beer and narcotics, and unresolved sexual abuse from a decade prior; no, I’m not referring to how some of us might have spent our weekends (thanks Knight’s Inn in Rockville!), but rather Alchemy Art Project’s production of Tape, masterfully directed by Marshall B. Garrett. [Read more...]

The female body has long since been a topic of conversation in books, magazines, movies, and TV. But what about the male body? What about the relationship between a man and his body? [Read more...]

Vampires plus hospital soap opera equals the potential for many varieties of comedic mayhem, including bloody sight gags, sordid love triangles, devious plotting, and “acting” hammier than a Christmas dinner.  (Yeesh.  Sorry.) All of these, for better or for worse, are showcased in Nights at St. Januarius. [Read more...]

There are a number of ways a solo show can go wrong: narcissism, meandering (or lack of) narrative, simple difficulty sustaining audience interest, and so on.  That Tara T. Handron avoids these in her one-woman performance Drunk With Hope In Chicago is commendable.  That she does so in a show about alcoholism, a subject matter that is as frequently covered as it is sensitive, is a real accomplishment. [Read more...]

Andrew Korfhage enters The Point carrying bread and wine. Walking onto the stage, he greets the audience as any preacher would, and immediately we are transported into a real church.

It certainly helps that the audience sits in pews at The Point, but even if that were not the case, Korfhage is so convincing as a preacher that it wouldn’t matter. [Read more...]

Shirley Dreaming? Surely, I wished I were dreaming.

A dream sequence peppered with stereotypical characters, and odd song and dance numbers, The Apron Theatre Company’s production, Shirley Dreaming, wasn’t exactly a bedtime fantasy. [Read more...]