Archives for July 13, 2009

Hunter rates it: The history books are a little vague, but it seems likely that human beings invented drink and drama at the same time. How else to explain the flowering of plot and character from late nights spent fermenting

Marcia rates it: Do not miss Born of a Fairytale. It simply rocks with intensity, sheer enthusiasm, and creativity. This one woman show needs nothing more than a bare stage

Ben rates it: Your assignment: Analyze and debate subatomic particles, ancient civilizations, the discovery of fire, the struggle between religion and science, and the unknown darkness lurking beyond the very limits of reality. One minor detail:

Anna rates it: Have you ever thought to yourself, “hmm … I wonder if having eaten skittles or having lesbianic-pre-marital intercourse is haraam?” If you’re anything like me, and the answer is a resounding

Anna rates it: Solo  shows that spring from the launching pad of personal experience and dive into the pools of commentary on the human condition are nothing new. How to Eat an Elephant, written by and starring Cigdem Oktem

Hunter rates it: Cain kills Abel and is burdened with a life of shame and exile. A few thousand years later, Kristin shoots J.R. and gets 83 million spellbound viewers. Why oh why, people, can’t we make up our minds whether murder is bad?

Jessica rates it: Come one, come all. Step right up and see Freakshow, and enter a world of wonderment, showmanship and, most of all, deformities  both visible and hidden. Amalia the Human Torso (Allyson Harkey) acts as our host, giving us an uncensored glimpse into

Marcia rates it: No question about satire here; Immoral Combat, a Satire on the News Business races along with stereotypes blaring, and all the strong personalities you might expect to find in a newsroom, or in any old office.  The stage is set with cluttered desks, computers and the haphazardness of a place where there […]

Tim rates it: We are sitting in the lobby of the Arthur Flemming Senior Citizens Center on a sweltering Sunday night, waiting for dinner. Of course, there is a wait at many fine dining establishments, but this is a little different.

Forget the cute marketing advertisements with a free-spirited young couple locked in a sweet embrace with the caption, “You’ll never forget your first time.” 

Danielle rates it: Structured as a night at a restaurant with six small courses, each sketch is a course to amuse the mind and lighten the heart. 

Tzvi rates it: “Are we starting?” asks one of the dancers moments after they traipse upon the darkened stage. And the company, in blackness, proceeds to debate this question with all the gravity and decisiveness of a customer in an ice cream shop