It’s been a very long time since I’ve reviewed Actors Theatre’s annual production of A Christmas Carol. I see it every year, but I haven’t troubled anyone outside of my home with an opinion about it for quite a while. I must have written something when, a half-dozen years or…
I saw Arizona Theatre Company’s production of Anna in the Tropics with a second-weekend audience, having missed its opening night. Second-weekenders are a tough crowd, harder to entertain; first-nighters are there as much for the schmoozing as for what’s up on stage. And so the warm reception given by these…
Has anyone but me noticed that Arizona Jewish Theatre Company never produces plays or musicals that depict Jews as whiny cheapskates? And that the Black Theatre Troupe never presents shows in which people of color are portrayed as lazy, shiftless field hands? Fortunately for fans of pitiless stereotyping, there’s the…
What are the chances that Nearly Naked Theatre will continue to rack up winners with its string of subversive, complex plays? I’ve watched as small companies have managed a handful of hits with cute musicals and Neil Simon revivals, and seen my share of avant-garde troupes wither and die after…
I got another piece of hate mail the other day — this one from some sniffy playwright whose musical I’d recently panned. Mr. How Dare You ended his pissy missive (which, as usual, was filled with reasons I should be murdered in my sleep) with, “I’d like to see you…
You know it’s November when Circle K starts carrying eggnog, and you know some theater troupe is in a pinch when it announces a last-minute production of A.R. Gurney’s Love Letters, that perennial stage substitute that audiences love and anyone with the slightest bit of sense runs screaming from. Love…
Stray Cat Theatre has made a name for itself by mounting dicey material and testing untried plays by unknown authors, nearly always triumphantly. And so I wasn’t at all surprised to leave [sic], Stray Cat’s latest offering, completely charmed and still chuckling as I drove away. [sic] (the title is…
Poor Dion Johnson. Surrounded by other “actors,” he’s nonetheless left all alone to make his way through two acts of The Elephant Man. That he turns in a spectacular performance and walks off with every minute of the show would be more impressive if he happened to share the stage…
Note to the next person to answer a cell phone call during a theater performance at which I am present: Enjoy your telephone conversation, because it will be your last. I will personally murder you with my bare hands at intermission. If you somehow evade me before Act Two commences,…
I had a friendly e-mail from Wes Martin the other day. Normally, theater people only write to tell me that I’m profoundly fucked up and need to be fired, but Wes, who’s the artistic director of the Shakespeare Theatre, was writing to tell me how much he admires theater critics…
The nice folks at the Shakespeare Theatre have had the courage and temerity to attempt playwright Peter Weiss’ The Persecution and Assassination of Jean-Paul Marat as Performed by the Inmates of the Asylum of Charenton Under the Direction of the Marquis de Sade. It is, as you might imagine from…
The world is bursting with people who would just as soon jack off as get laid, so it’s no surprise that, for some folks, pretend awards programs are just as valuable as those that actually honor talent and achievement. For people who’ve spent their whole lives fantasizing about giving a…
What good is sitting alone in your room when you can go watch the folks at Phoenix Theatre flog another famous musical to death? Cabaret is PT’s latest awkward attempt to look like a professional theater company without offering anything inventive or genuine. Art usually loses out over artifice at…
October 31, 1977: Tonight was extremely strange. Janette and I went to the Sombrero Theater (which is way down on Seventh Street and Camelback, kind of a scary part of town) to see Phantom of the Paradise. Janette has seen Phantom 37 times! I’ve never known anyone who has seen…
Picture me, just this once, wearing a shiny turban anchored with a big paste jewel. I’m sitting before a tiny, round, velvet-covered table, gazing into a crystal ball. The ball is filled with all kinds of swirling pastel lights and a bunch of purple glitter that occasionally morphs into shapes…
Chauvinism is funny. Misogyny is a laugh riot. And Robert Dubac, author and star of The Male Intellect: An Oxymoron?, is pretty darn amusing, too. The show, which ran for months in Chicago, Cleveland and Boston, and has occupied the Herberger Stage West for most of the summer, recounts the…
Grease is definitely the word, even if I don’t entirely understand why. I have nothing against fab ’50s musicals or playwrights Warren Casey and Jim Jacobs, who co-authored Grease back in the ’70s. Their score is among the best of its kind, because it mimics the sound and sentiment of…
I admit that I ended up more interested in the audience that came to see The Pirates of Penzance than I was in the show itself. That’s not because there’s nothing to like about this latest Hale Centre Theatre production, which contains some beautiful singing and several nice performances. But…
Richard Warren abandoned a career in advertising and rewrote himself as a playwright. But when the cost of a staged reading of one of his plays proved prohibitive, Warren convinced Phoenix Theatre to present the piece as part of a new plays festival. Today, the monthlong Phoenix Theatre New Works…
As written, Late Night Catechism II isn’t much more than an excuse to charge us twice for the same shtick. It’s told in the same spirit as its predecessor, Late Night Catechism, which has been running for years at the Scottsdale Center for the Arts. This sequel stars Patti Hannon…
The very best thing about Menopause: The Musical is that it eventually ends. Although not soon enough. After what seems like days, the off-key warbling and flatfooted dance numbers — and therefore the misery of any discerning audience member — finally stumble to a close. But not before we endure…
When iTheatre Collaborative debuted last season, it did so with a pledge to produce unconventional, seldom-seen plays. The company kept that promise, at first, with estimable productions of Underneath the Lintel, Bee-Luther-Hatchee, and a holiday pageant that was both hip and festive. But iTheatre seems to have already forgotten its…
