Will Eno’s Middletown, now at Herndon’s NextStop Theatre, is what Our Town would have been if Thornton Wilder had made his characters hopeless, heartbreakingly lonely and a little psycho.
The critic Sneer (Robert Dorfman) is an argumentative, dyspeptic man with a heart of rubble, who is never more happy than when he is in distress and telling you about it. His colleague Dangle (John Ahlin) is — well, let’s just say it: a pompous horse’s behind, who is bored witless by newspaper stories about […]
I’m retired now as a critic and when I see a play it is generally as a civilian. In days of old, I might see upwards of a hundred fifty plays a year, and the experience was as commonplace for me as swatting mosquitoes or filing lawsuits. It became like going to an art gallery; […]
When Salomé, having won her era’s version of Dancing with the Stars, selected as her prize an all-expenses trip to the afterlife for poor John the Baptist, was she engaged in a criminal conspiracy with her mother and stepfather? Or was she exercising her right to petition the King — who happened to be her […]
George is dead, the victim of an exceptionally bad day on the intermediate slope at Vail, so his widow Doreen (Kerri Rambow), a wonderfully self-absorbed rich person, needs to make this somebody else’s problem. But who?
We think of ourselves as a forward-looking people, but our holidays are all firmly rooted in the past — specifically, in the sepia-tinted days of our early youth, when the air was cold and suffused with pine, clove, and the smell of baking cookies.
Harvey, a great classic of the American theater (it won the Pulitzer in 1944, beating out The Glass Menagerie) now at 1st Stage in McLean, is a story in which the hero, Elwood P. Dowd (Jonathan Lee Taylor), is a dipsomaniac who has as a best friend a pooka — that is to say, a […]
In 2001, using a massive federal grant, the City of Washington decided to turn the Arthur Capper/ Carrollsburg Housing Project into a mixed-income community, displacing the 707 families within it. You know how the road to Hell is paved, right?
“What’s in a name?” Juliet asks as she contemplates life with a Montague. But if the name is “Naked Girls Reading,” which is five women who are exactly that, alarms go off, for three reasons.
Brothers and sisters, if you are a fan of the Good Old Ultra Violence — and I know not everyone is — Bug is the place you should be. SeeNoSun Onstage gives this delightfully demented early Tracy Letts play a bravura performance, so that for the next few days you will be unable to scratch […]