As the saying goes, hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. In equal parts sassy and sour, four bold women proved this adage true, crooning their hearts out and chastising ex-lovers in the entrancing, expletive-laced Cabaret XXX: Les Femmes Fatales. Whether you want to rock like a Riot Grrrl or need some laugh therapy, […]
Archives for July 8, 2011
There is only one world where rhyming prostitutes can exist as true poets. They live solely in the twisted mind of Shel Silverstein.
Adapting a classic novel for stage is a difficult task, especially when an integral character is a sperm white whale. The Loose Ends Theatre Collective does a good job presenting the story in Moby Dick: an Adaptation for Theatre where eight actors work together to tell Herman Melville’s story.
The first sight we catch, at the beginning of Spirit Tales, is a man and woman staring begrudgingly at one another. From this interaction and the first scene alone we can loosely understand that the play is about relationships created between men and women.
Some Fringe experiments sound promising, but don’t live up to their promise. A case in point: Shall I Compare Thee to a Purple Haze? The Lost Rock Sonnets of William Shakespeare.
Grrrrrrl power! Rock and roll! Curse words! Boobs! FRINGE! The sixth Capitol Fringe festival got off to a rocking start Thursday night with the opening performance of frequent Fringers Katie Molinaro and Shawn Northrip’s collaboration On The Rag To Riches; a blisteringly funny riff on womyn-power, casual sex, and stupid boys.
You could make up a lot of things in your head about a play called Hotel Fuck before ever entering the theater. Written by Richard Foreman for the Ontological-Hysteric Theatre in 1998, Hotel Fuck (hereinafter to be referred to as HF) makes it its business to defy description and assault your sensibilities, most particularly regarding any […]
The Beasts describes itself as “a dark comedy. With puppets.” I guess this is mostly right. It was not that dark, and it was fairly funny. And there were puppets.
At the height of Machinal’s success in 1928, its playwright Sophie Treadwell would have been considered “the man.” A man? No. Wildly brave, adventurous, talented, brilliant, and strong. Yes. I’d refer to her as “the woman” but this probably wouldn’t have satisfied her, either.
Cheesy 80’s pop music blares from the speakers under vivid mood lighting, and everyone’s talking about their feelings and their exes. Is this a retro-inspired nightclub? No, but the dated yet whimsical feel of the stories presented at Logic, Luck, and Love is nearly the same, giving a satisfying dose of sweetness that inspires sighs […]