A busy week onstage also brings “The How and the Why,” a youth devised show from Hand2Mouth, Eleanor Roosevelt, holdovers including “Sanctuary City,” plus “Spear” and other last chances.
The festival’s just-announced 2024 season suggests a return to the kind of lineup that’s excited audiences in the past. Plus: Fats Waller and the joint are jumpin’ at Broadway Rose.
Bag & Baggage’s “Our Utopia” riffs on themes from Thornton Wilder’s classic. Plus openings, closings, and Bill Rauch’s debut with the new Perelman Center in New York.
A new artistic director and a revived, walk-through “immersive installation piece” at Zidell Yards keeps the veteran devised-theater company moving forward.
Shaking the Tree adds a bright new expansion, Le Salon Rouge takes a bow, cheerleader werewolves land on Earth, “Hairspray” hits town, and more.
A busy theater week also features a Hand2Mouth devised show, Milagro’s “Ardiente Paciencia,” and a few more performances of “My Fair Lady.”
The dark and twisted Yukio Mishima could be funny, too – and in his kabuki play “Sardine seller,” is. Plus a fresh look at the AIDS era’s “Rent,” the OUTwright Festival and more.
Say hello to Bella, “City Without Altar,” Hand2Mouth, a thin place and a floating bordello. Short runs for “Zandezi,” Shakespeare jokes, and “Shrek Jr.” Last chance for the excellent “The Children.”
Also in a busy week: A “Barbecue” at Portland Playhouse, “The Chinese Lady” at Artists Rep, a “Peep” from The Reformers and a “Lonely Vampire” from Imago, “Danse Macabre” returns, plus plays onscreen.
Out of the Covid crisis rises the captivating specter of François Villon, a wild 15th century poet for our times.
Pop-up restaurants. Pop-up bars. Pop-up nightclubs, galleries, boutiques, publishing houses, concerts. We’re living in a pop-up world, so why not pop-up theater? The traditional method of producing is to start a theater company, announce a season, and run a half-dozen shows for
Fun linguistic facts: Did you know “blimey” is short for “blind me,” and “crikey” for “croak me?” And just like that, an expression of simple surprise becomes a murmured self-annihilation. Thank James Joyce for putting it to paper, and thank the Irish
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