I think I'm not giving anything away when I suggest that when in a play set in Spain in the 15th century the Inquisition examines a priest who has married a Jewish woman and who is himself a Jew, that examination is not likely to end happily for the priest.
Not all actors can find and maintain the proper form for playing the stylish comedy of Noel Coward, the immensely popular British playwright and actor of the last century. As with all comedy, the actors must always convince us of the reality of their characters and of what is happening to them, even when what is happening moves beyond the reality of what happens to most of us every day. That's what makes it funny.
Tesseract Theatre appears to have been around for about a year now, but they've been flying under the radar for most of us. I gather they did something at the Fringe last summer, but I haven't seen any announcements from them or about them on either of the web theatre lists. But Chuck Lavazzi, combing the Regional Arts Commission's ArtsZipper in his quest to get every last theatre performance covered on KDHX, saw a notice of a production last month by them at RAC. So I took a look.
Pamela Reckamp, artistic director of Spotlight Theatre, joins an ancient tradition in the Christian community with her production of "Passion". It tells the story of the last week in the life of Jesus of Nazareth, events told countless times in paintings, sculpture, music, theatre, films, poetry, and prose.
David Mamet began writing screenplays in 1981, when he was already a very successful playwright. His experience in Hollywood did not improve the opinion of the human race he had expressed in early plays like "American Buffalo" and "The Water Engine".
In the 1950s, William Inge could be named with Arthur Miller and Tennessee Williams as a leading American playwright. He seemed to be dealing boldly with ordinary Midwestern Americans and their struggles with a society that repressed sex and celebrated material wealth.
'Tis the season of good will to all, and that should especially apply to what we say about a play about Christmas, shouldn't it. So it would be Scrooge-like of me to say that KTK Production's staging of The Best Christmas Pageant Ever is the worst Christmas pageant ever. Because I'm sure it isn't the worst ever.
Something about a family of three sisters must fascinate playwrights, they pop up so often. Patrick Kennedy, the father of three daughters in Rebecca Lenkiewicz's The Night Season, compares his three not to Chekhov's or Wendy Wasserstein's or Beth Henley's three but to King Lear's daughters.
At the turn of the 20th century, radium was celebrated as a miracle drug. We know today that radiation can be useful in treating cancer and other diseases. We also know that radiation can cause cancer and other diseases. Back then, a few successes in treating cancer led to a fad for putting radium in a variety of tonics that were supposed to be good for whatever ailed you.
Somebody at R-S Theatrics likes weird. Last year, they produced a staged reading of Andrew Hinderaker's play Suicide, Incorporated. Now they're doing a fully staged production of Suicide, Incorporated. Actually, it's not that much more fully staged that the previous, pretty fully staged one – well staged in both cases.