Tim Treanor

About Tim Treanor

Tim Treanor is a senior writer for DCTS. He is a 2011 Fellow of the National Critics Institute and has written over 500 reviews for DCTS. His first novel, "The Seduction of Braulio Jules" is available from Amazon, and his second, "Capital City," with Lee Hurwitz, is scheduled for publication by Astor + Blue in November of 2016. He lives in a log home in the woods of Southern Maryland with his dear bride, DCTS Editor Lorraine Treanor. For more Tim Treanor, go to timtreanorauthor.com.

The Insanity of Mary Girard at Capital Fringe

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We hear a scream and a belch of demented laughter. Mary Girard (Eliza Hill) is in the tranquilizing box — an eighteenth-century sensory deprivation chamber, only less fun. She is strapped to a chair with a box over her head; she has already lost thirty ounces to bloodletting.

315 at Capital Fringe

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I grew up near Niagara Falls. Every month in the good weather, a couple of people will step over the guard rail, slip into the river and surrender to its astonishing power, to gravity and to the rocks below. This information is not included in most tourist literature.

Here/Hear at Capital Fringe

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This is the most tentative assessment I’ve ever given a show, Fringe or otherwise. This is because the featured player in this production is…well, it’s you. And I have no idea what you’re like.

Neda Wants to Die at Capital Fringe

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Neda wants to die, and if this play had worked as I think it was intended, you might have wanted to die a little, too. Regrettably, Luigi Laraia’s earnest, plodding script has a surfeit of rhetoric and a deficiency of story, so that despite some first-rate acting we feel not horror and revulsion but impatience […]

BrouHaHa at Capital Fringe

Promotional photo for Brouhaha courtesy of Happenstance Theater Company

“This is the way the world ends. Not with a bang but a whimper.”   –   T.S. Elliot, “The Hollow Men” Or, if you are Happenstance Theater, the DC area’s premier clown troupe, it ends with displaced persons, misplaced hats, violent illness, heads that screw open and a butterfly named Grace, which Pandora (Sarah Olmsted […]

God: The One-Man Show at Capital Fringe

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The God of Heaven, by whatever name, is the Creator of the Universe, the Unmoved Mover, the Uncaused Cause, the Inventor of time and the Proclaimer of the laws of physics. We do not know for certain that God exists but if there is a God it is one that is vaster than our imaginations.

Cold as Death at Capital Fringe

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About three-quarters of the way through this play, I realized that I was watching the theatrical equivalent of the 1930s horror movies I used to watch at 2 AM in the rec room when my parents were asleep. A despicable villain (here played by Nello DeBlasio) is about to do a fabulously offensive thing (in […]

El Sueño or The Delightful Nightmares of the Ladies

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Let me make a confession up front: this play is not my cup of tea. Inspired by passages from various Tennessee Williams plays, it seems to me to be alternatively over-dramatic and murky. I would not voluntarily see it again.

From Seven Layers to a Bikini Top in Less than Five Hours

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A Teutonic instructor (Andrea Schell) stares at her class, then barks out her instructions. You are not fat, she says. You are human beings. If you were fat you could not have picked up the pen to fill out the application to come here. She is a drill sergeant, but a drill sergeant for compassion […]

ROGER (Not His Real Name) at Capital Fringe

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Behold the wretch. He squats before you, sputtering and muttering, shaking his sweat-drenched, alcohol-infused head and slapping his thigh repeatedly. He sorts through his bag of garbage, occasionally opening a piece of refuse, scribbling furiously on it, and throwing it away. His eyes dart back and forth, as though he is on the lookout for […]

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