Does your heart go pitter-pat at the very mention of the name Mr. Darcy? Is Yuletide your favorite season? Jane Austen fans and lovers of holiday cheer will clink their tea cups to Round House’s rolling world premiere production of Miss Bennet: Christmas at Pemberley, a fanciful sequel to Pride and Prejudice by Lauren Gunderson […]
Is there a roof left in Anacostia? Doubtful, now that Black Nativity is back in the community for a third time. A joyful noise is made—and then some—in Theater Alliance’s soulful, soul-stirring revival of Black Nativity, Langston Hughes’ 1961 “Gospel Song-Play” that, as one character says, “puts the Christ back in Christmas.”
When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high./ And don’t be afraid of the dark. At the end of the storm, there’s a golden sky. And the sweet, silver song of a lark. Walk on through the wind/Walk on through the rain/Though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on/With […]
Fast food, even with artisan bread, is a dead-end job for most people. Low hourly pay, part-time hours to exempt the “sandwich artists” from getting any benefits and brutal expectations—ever try to make and wrap a sandwich in under 20 seconds?—what a way to make a living, or more accurately, non-living.
Enter your 50s and you become invisible. People look right through 50-something women as if you are not there; waiters ignore you and bartenders don’t flirt with you; store personnel stare right past you to wait on the pretty young things.
Let’s do the Time Warp again! Then again, let’s not. The much an-ti-cip-at-ed reboot of the 1975 cult film The Rocky Horror Picture Show, despite its abundant glitz and glitter, is rather dull.
“Queenie was a blonde and her age stood still,/And she danced twice a day in vaudeville.” With those hardboiled, magical words, Joseph Moncure March’s 1928 Jazz Age poem “The Wild Party” begins, as does Andrew Lippa’s darkly glittering musical adaptation.
Are you an Elinor or a Marianne? We’d probably prefer to think of ourselves as Elinor (Maggie McDowell), gracious, restrained and noble in her suffering. But let’s face it, we probably more closely resemble Marianne (Erin Weaver), spontaneous and emotional, flinging herself higgledy-piggledy into everything from reading Shakespeare to romance.
Listen up, guys and molls. Playwright Jeffrey Hatcher has pumped lead, film noir lead, see, into that chestnut Wait Until Dark and it’s a looker. Youse need to leg it to Everyman Theatre because this show is the jakes.
How fitting in this season of remembrance to see a play about the nature of memory. Sharr White’s The Other Place, currently receiving a haunting, heartbreaking production under the intelligent direction of Joseph W. Ritsch, is a play about the reliability of memories, and what truth and what we may have blurred and reshaped to […]