Mo rates it: Thank the gods- the gods of Rock, that is – for Dizzy Miss Lizzy’s Roadside Revue’s vivacious show. With their amps cranked up to 11, the cast of The Oresteia, based on the Greek tragedy
Mo rates it: “I’m too Indian to be American I’m too American to be Indian I still want a nation, please.” So begins Neelam Patel’s poem,
Maureen rates it: A pocket opera, according to the program, contains “one scale; four voices and three players”. The Girl who Waters the Basil and the Inquisitive Prince follows this traditional form as it tell the tale
Mo rates it: Despite being on the literal ‘fringe of Fringe’ as Source theater’s producing artistic director, Carla Hubner put it, the festival spirit is clearly alive and well in Cabaret Carousel.
Mo rates it: Who is the bag lady? That is the question that Sanctuary Theater attempts to answer in the aptly named one-woman show. As Clara, the bag lady, begins to empty out the contents of her bag,
Mo rates it: Who doesn’t love a dystopian, tyrannical government? I know I sure do. Though the central character of the Molotov Theater Group’s production of Closet Land may not share my zeal for Orwellian authority and who can really blame her?