After 2,445 years of hearing every other side of her story, it’s finally time for Medea to speak her mind. Yeah, she may have flown off in a golden chariot pulled by a dragon, leaving her hubby Jason alone to mourn over the bodies of their two murdered children. And she also may have given […]
Archives for July 17, 2014
Like man discovering fire, watching three clowns discovering balloons for the first time is both magical and momentous. Imagine the possibilities, the comedy, and all the things you can make with balloons!
Breast In Show is something of a different beast for the DC Fringe Festival, and on opening night you could see it in the composition of the audience: many older theater-goers, women and men in their 50’s-70’s, many survivors (or “warriors” as the show names them) of and supporters of those that have been diagnosed […]
Let’s cut to the chase: À Demain has the greatest performances of one of the finest scripts I have seen in years. I struggle to think of its equal — As You Like It at the Folger? Something professionally produced, no doubt, and this is all from a group of college students and recent grads.
The main stage at the Goethe Institut is set like a Southern living room — a rocking chair, a small side table and what appears to be a glass of sweet tea perched atop it. As I take my seat, Katy Perry’s unforgettable I Kissed a Girl begins to play, and I almost burst out laughing.
My father was an opera singer, sometimes still hums “toreador en garde” around the house, so when the arias flowed between scenes in Marriage, Lizards, and Love I was delighted.
“Is this Ghostbusters?” one little girl shrieks as an almost hazmat-clad figure pushes a strange mechanical contraption along the sidewalk facing the White House. Her mother quiets her, then asks, “Why he got a mask on, pushing that machine?”
Bargain Basement University provides a service sought worldwide: a quick and easy Bachelor of the Arts program, conveniently located around Fort Fringe, by which I mean it provides a brutally honest look at the current state of higher education. The stand, resembling an apple cart on a pair of bicycle wheels, bears a screen printer […]
Ernest Hemingway’s Old Man and the Sea could work on stage as a Samuel Beckett play. The old man Santiago, alone in a boat on the open water, reeling in an impossible fish, despairing and reveling in the simple human condition of kill and eat. Good, dark, woe-is-man stuff, right?
Love, sex, rhythm; more sex and some dancing; some Gaga. More Gaga. A jukebox-style montage of performance and social politics, and buried beneath it all, a fairly poignant question — what happens when the community you call home, one built on sex (and rhythm), no longer welcomes you inside?