Fontbonne University has opened a charming production of "Eurydice", a very slight piece by Sarah Ruhl. Whimsical, with occasional wisps of poetry, this little story is a retelling of the Orpheus legend—but with a focus on Eurydice.
It’s the oldest love story in the world: boy meets horse, boy loses horse, boy gets horse back. And that old story comes to the Fox in a production of "War Horse" that is visually and aurally stunning.
Edward Albee just never tires of being brilliant. The St. Louis Actors Studio has opened a production of Albee’s "The Goat: or Who is Sylvia?" It’s directed by Wayne Salomon, and it’s a stunningly beautiful piece of theatre. It is certainly the best thing I’ve ever seen at the Gaslight Theatre—and one of the best I’ve seen anywhere in some years. It’s passionate; it’s violent; and ultimately it’s bloody—yet it’s suffused with Albee’s distinctive delicate wit.
Why do humans have that opposed thumb? Well, I realized last night that the obvious and true purpose of that useful digit is so that we can grab a stick and pound on things! Humans just LOVE to pound on things! Of course, over the millennia we have regularly and vigorously and joyously pounded on each other—but our real love is for pounding on stuff that makes a “BOOM!” You can’t keep us from doing it. We’ll pound on anything. Just put a toddler, a pan and a wooden spoon together and you’ll see what I mean.
You gotta hand it to a small company that takes on Lysistrata—that classic bawdy anti-war comedy that Aristophanes wrote two thousand four hundred twenty-three years ago. So Clayton Community Theatre and its large ensemble of actors deserve a big hand—if only for sheer guts. We need to see the classics once in a while.
The Aquila Theatre returns again to the Edison with Edmond Rostand’s Cyrano de Bergerac. Despite its many good qualities I was disappointed in this solid but strange production.
A bloody uprising is revisited.Upstream Theatre brings us "Conversations with an Executioner". A Nazi general and a Polish Resistance fighter face each other in a shared prison cell.
What gets under under your skin? Perhaps that loner you inexplicably love? Perhaps a strong, thought-provoking play that won't leave your mind alone? Or perhaps it's...burrowing blood-sucking aphids?
All cultures have a dance like this. In French it’s called ”la ronde”, in German “der Reigen”. In English it’s a “round dance”—that graceful swirling changing of partners around a circle until at last one finds oneself saying, “Hello Again.”