2017

Chekhov for the Smartphone Generation: A Review of At The Table at Broken Nose Theatre

Real, honest-to-god naturalism in theater is so difficult to achieve that it’s no wonder many modern playwrights and young companies are shying away from it. The returns are too low and the risks are too high. But if Spenser Davis’ production of Michael Perlman’s “At The Table” proves anything, it’s that these kinds of plays and performances can still create the subtlest kind of magic—an enchanted mirror in which you see your whole world reflected. The year might be young but this production fro

Double Double, Jims in Trouble

If you saw Mickle Maher’s “The Strangerer” a decade ago then you certainly must see that play’s (loose) sequel, “Jim Lehrer and the Theater and Its Double and Jim Lehrer’s Double.” But even if you didn’t see “The Strangerer”—this critic, for instance, has only read the script—that is still no excuse for you to miss out on this odd, hilarious and ominous tumble down the rabbit hole. A brief recap before we continue: “The Strangerer” took place during the first of the 2004 presidential debates in

Breaking Bonds: With Summer Remount, Broken Nose Theatre Invites Audiences Back To The Table - FEATURE

For five years, Broken Nose Theatre has been a fixture of the city’s storefront scene. Until recently, they were best known for Bechdel Fest, their yearly new-play showcase in which every show absolutely has to do one thing: pass the dang Bechdel Test. But now they’re known for “At The Table.” Written by Michael Perlman and directed by company member Spenser Davis, “At The Table” opened in February at the Berger Park Coach House to rave reviews, sold-out houses, four Non-Equity Jeff Award nomi

The Revolution Will Not Be Customized: A Review of American Hero at First Floor Theater

In Bess Wohl’s “American Hero,” directed here by Cody Estle in its Chicago debut, everyone’s bitten off a bit more than they can chew. From Bob (Brian McKnight), the ambiguously foreign franchisee of a new sandwich shop, to his employees—Sheri, (Saraí Rodriguez), Ted (Chris Daley) and Jamie (Annie Prichard)—to a beleaguered suit from corporate (McKnight again) who eventually shows up once Bob bails and the employees take matters into their own hands, “American Hero” sports exactly zero character

Progress and Privilege: A Review of Straight White Men at Steppenwolf Theatre Company

If you think the pre-show music is too loud when you enter the theater for Steppenwolf’s new production of “Straight White Men” from New York playwright Young Jean Lee—you are correct. The volume is intentional. As two gender-non-conforming performers, Elliott Jenetopulos and Will Wilhelm, explain when the play begins, how awful it must feel to be in a space that does not take your thoughts and feelings into account. (To be fair, they do have earplugs available.) What makes “Straight White Men”

Lascivious Morsel: A Review of Bootycandy at Windy City Playhouse

In a pop-cultural landscape dominated by corporate megaliths and sanded-down franchises—look no farther than the succession of B/B+ movies churned out by Marvel Studios on a semi-annual basis—it can be startling to encounter a work of art that speaks so defiantly in its own voice, especially when that voice is dirty as hell. Enter Robert O’Hara, a New York-based playwright and director, and his play “Bootycandy,” which is currently receiving its Chicago premiere at Windy City Playhouse under O’

2016

On Hollow Ground

During the opening moments of “The Christians”—Lucas Hnath’s latest play, currently receiving its Chicago premiere at Steppenwolf Theatre with direction by K. Todd Freeman—one thing is clear: The design team clearly had a ball. Tasked with cooking up a cheesy, over-the-top megachurch service, the team of Walt Spangler (set), Scott Zielinski (lights), Joseph A. Burke (projections), Jaret Landon (music direction), Rob Milburn and Michael Bodeen (sound) deliver a technical masterpiece that never cr

A Midsummer Massacre

The premise of Emily Zemba’s new comedy, directed by Jesse Roth, sounds more like that of a horror movie. Four young and incredibly dumb lovers find themselves alone in a cabin in the woods of New Hampshire. Well, mostly alone. There’s a dead deer in the cabin too. Oh, and there’s also a weird guy from animal control who shows up to help and yet somehow seems to make things worse. On paper, this show should end with the four young lovers running terrified through the woods screaming bloody murde

Lonely at the Top

The great strength of “The Fundamentals,” Erika Sheffer’s new dark comedy, is its utter refusal to accept what it actually is: a morality tale. It takes the sharp, clean lines of class conflict and scuffs them blurry. There are no saints here, no martyrs, no devils. Only people, workers and management both, doing their best in a dehumanizing system that practically rewards greed, avarice and betrayal, where human beings are reduced to lines on a spreadsheet. In this world (correction, in our wor

A Twinkle in the Dark

On a scale of one to “death by rusty spoon,” this past year would score somewhere between “Limp Bizkit cover band” and “the comments section of a Breitbart article.” That’s where shows such as The House Theatre of Chicago’s “Nutcracker,” now playing for the eighth straight year at the Chopin Theatre, come in. This perennial holiday favorite provides audiences with comfort, joy and wonder—qualities of which the past year have been astronomically bereft. Once again, “Nutcracker” delivers those qu

A Boy and His Dog

Darkness and depression were always just underneath the surface of Charles Schulz’s “Peanuts” cartoons. At least they were in the early days, before it suffered the fate of all great art and became a franchise. Charlie Brown and his friends were complicated little people, grappling with complex, philosophical issues. The strip might have been for kids but its themes could be more accurately described as “for mature audiences only.”

Trading Spaces

For a play that is built around the same trope as the film “Freaky Friday,” writer-director Olivia Lilley’s play “Mary Shelley Sees the Future” takes itself far too seriously. With its minimalist staging, earnest realism and emphatically underlined theses, it is the kind of play that is agreed with far more than it is enjoyed. The play’s premise is fairly simple: Shelley (Lindsey Tindall), the recently widowed author of “Frankenstein,” abruptly switches bodies—and time periods—with a twenty-som

Not Nearly Wicked Enough

Right around the time that detective Eddie Caine (Javier Ferreira) tells femme fatale Jo Van Cleave (Lauren Roesner) that he inherited the Sphinx detective agency by answering the previous owner’s riddle, the plot of new musical “Wicked City” begins to click into place. This isn’t just a detective story, it’s the oldest detective story in the world. Van Cleave has asked Caine to locate the son she gave away many years ago after her brutish lover, Mayor Lawton (Jason Richards) made her get rid o

The Circle of Life

A good motto for Robert Tenges’ new play, “Dead Children” would be that old chestnut from Disney’s “The Lion King”: It’s the circle of life. Only, here, that circle would seem more like a noose. Tenges’ characters mostly live dead-end lives in dead-end towns, just like their parents did and just like their children will too. The circle of their lives is something that these people want desperately to escape. The play begins with a separation as husband Tom (Erik Wagner) and wife Renata (Kirsten

Review: Midnight Cowboy/Lifeline Theatre

Before you ask: no, this is not an adaptation of “Midnight Cowboy” the film. It’s an adaptation of the 1965 book on which the film was based. Still, any adaptation would be incapable of entirely escaping the movie’s iconic shadow. Dustin Hoffman’s “I’m walking here!” is like an internet meme that arrived twenty years too early. And yet the parts of this production from adaptor Chris Hainsworth and director Christopher M. Walsh that can be compared directly to the movie hold up pretty well. Adam

2015

Review: No Beast So Fierce/Oracle Productions

The last time that actress Katherine Keberlein and director Max Truax collaborated together, the result was Oracle’s Jeff-Award winning production of Bertolt Brecht’s “The Mother,” with Keberlein herself in the lead role. The show was an intoxicating mixture of Brecht and Antonin Artaud—a stomping, beer-hall rally meeting. With “No Beast So Fierce” the two have reunited to take on Shakespeare’s “Richard III.” The results this time are far less rousing. If there’s one quality that exemplifies Ri

Review: Ride the Cyclone/Chicago Shakespeare Theater

To be a teenager is to be a creature of extremity. Not only your body but your emotions and ideas and opinions are expanding with the rush and fury of a newborn universe—your own private big bang. In telling the stories of six Canadian teenagers whose lives ended with absurd abruptness aboard a rickety wooden roller coaster, “Ride the Cyclone” also embodies their joyfully frantic mid-pubescent energy. Written by Jacob Richmond and Brooke Maxwell, the show is a modern cult classic in Canada. This

Review: Marvin's Room/Shattered Globe Theatre

Twenty-five years after it first premiered at the Goodman, Scott McPherson’s “Marvin’s Room” is still relevant because people are still dying—slowly, painfully, dragging their failing bodies off into the sunset. Written in the middle of the AIDS crisis—the disease to which McPherson himself would later succumb—the play sometimes feels like a light, comedic gloss on the body-horror genre. It’s an inconsistent script for sure, mashing bodily decay, broad sitcom humor and genuine pathos together wi

Review: Grand Concourse/Steppenwolf Theatre Company

I’m writing this twenty-four hours after the final blackout and “Grand Concourse” is still making me unsettled. Set in a Bronx soup kitchen run out of the basement of a Catholic church, the play explores the limits of forgiveness with playwright Heidi Schreck putting her nun protagonist Shelley (Mariann Mayberry) through hell and high water. Shelley’s kitchen caters to homeless transients like Frog (Tim Hopper, with Francis Guinan assuming the role starting August 11) who’s friendly and will sel

Review: Whatever/the side project

Given that its first scene contains a teenage girl scheduling an abortion and then her boyfriend showing her a gun—one that might as well come with a giant neon “Chekhov” sign blaring above it—this play is a quiet one. But it’s not a settled quiet, not the calm of a mid-summer afternoon nap on the veranda. It’s the proverbial calm right before the Category 4 storm. Written by Chicago playwright Robert Tenges and directed by Adam Webster, “Whatever” is one long 100-minute drop in barometric press

Review: Bent/The Other Theatre Company

I wonder what it would have been like to watch “Bent” in a parallel universe where Obergefell v. Hodges went the other way. It’s not an easy play to experience under any circumstances, and Keira Fromm’s production with The Other Theatre Company is a skilled, deliberate bludgeoning that leaves you walking out in a daze. At least in this universe when audiences leave the theater they get to walk out into a world where gay marriage is newly and still exhilaratingly legal. In that parallel universe

Review: Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike/Goodman Theatre

The opening moments of “Vanya and Sonia and Masha and Spike” are pure Chekhov. A brother and sister sit in their country home staring at a pond, hoping to see a blue heron and marinating in their regrets. Then the sister propositions her (adopted) brother, their Jamaican housekeeper shows up shouting disturbing prophecies and pretty soon a half-naked movie actor is dancing around for all to see. That’s when you remember that this isn’t Chekhov. This is Christopher Durang doing Chekhov. Instead o

Review: All Our Tragic/The Hypocrites

One might think that Sean Graney’s title for his play/adaptation/mashup/opus “All Our Tragic” is a bit of playful hyperbole. But nope. It’s all in there. From Prometheus on the rock to Herakles butchering his children to Oedipus and Troy and Orestes’ revenge on Klytaimnestra, “All Our Tragic” is an entire survey course in Greek tragedy crammed into a single twelve-hour play. Oh yes, about that. It’s twelve hours long. And it is definitely worth it. Adapted by Graney from all thirty-two survivi

Review: The Who & The What/Victory Gardens Theater

When characters clash in Ayad Akhtar’s “The Who & The What,” they do so under a number of different banners. The play, receiving its Midwest premiere at Victory Gardens, has conflicts informed by religion, generation, tradition, gender, family and love. It is a multi-faceted portrait of the ways in which we can be at war with each other. However, for vast stretches of its 110-minute run time, the play is also at war with itself. “The Who & The What” is half comedy and half drama—just like life,

Review: Body + Blood/The Gift Theatre

Priests are common characters in American storytelling but they are rarely ever protagonists. They often have a part to play, it’s just never in their own story. So it is refreshingly bracing when William Nedved’s “Body + Blood” gives audiences something rarely seen on the modern stage (or screen or Kindle, for that matter): a story about a man aspiring to become a priest that a) takes his faith in God seriously, b) has nothing to do with child abuse and c) allows this man to be a complete and t

Review: The Birds/Griffin Theatre Company

Irish playwright Conor McPherson is a master of dread. From “The Weir” to “The Seafarer” to “The Shining City” McPherson’s plays have an impeccable knack for slowly turning up the heat—so slowly, in fact, that his audiences barely even notice the temperature rising until they’ve reached full, excruciating boil. “The Birds” then is an ideal piece for him to adapt. Originally a short story by English writer Daphne du Maurier, “The Birds” is most famous for the 1963 film by Alfred Hitchcock, a man

Review: Abraham Lincoln Was A F*gg*t/About Face Theatre

Any show buys itself some goodwill when it prominently features the Michael Jackson catalogue. The music of the King of Pop threads its way through Bixby Elliot’s bluntly titled “Abraham Lincoln Was A F*gg*t,” here receiving its Chicago premiere with About Face Theatre. A cappella renditions of Jackson’s songs embody the show’s (mostly) goofy and light-hearted approach, while the disassociation between the man’s music and his personal life—which two characters briefly touch on—points toward the

Review: Soon I Will Be Invincible/Lifeline Theatre

On paper, superheroes and stage musicals would seem like a natural fit. Both stories feature larger-than-life characters, bright shiny action and, more often than not, a syrupy core of sincerity. However the two most high profile superhero musicals to date, “It’s A Bird…It’s a Plane…It’s Superman” and Julie Taymor’s “Spider-Man: Turn Off The Dark” were both kludgy, ill-begotten flops. Unfortunately, Lifeline Theatre’s “Soon I Will Be Invincible” falls into this same category. Adapted by Christo

Review: Motel 666/Wildclaw Theatre

A playwright friend and I were recently discussing the problems we had with shows that were collections of short plays. While these shows are often promising in theory they usually suffer in either consistency, quality or both. And at a deeper level, they often lack a unifying artistic vision that makes for a satisfying evening. The parts remain just parts, never cohering into a whole. By chance, I took this friend to see Wildclaw Theatre’s “Motel 666,” which just so happens to be a short horro

Review: Chalk/Sideshow Theatre Company

Theater as a whole is starting to come around on sci-fi and fantasy. And while that might put it about twenty years behind the cultural zeitgeist (can’t wait for that three-part Avengers musical in the 2035 Broadway season), it’s also about dang time. There are new stories to tell, new worlds to conquer. And, besides, there have been so many plays set in the American living room that I’m afraid the furniture’s starting to prolapse. Earlier this season there was the epic Kentucky-fried-Tolkien g

Review: Les Liaisons Dangereuses/AstonRep Theatre Company

For “Les Liaisons Dangereuses” to work properly, you need to credibly believe two things: the danger, and the liaisons. AstonRep Theatre Company’s revival, directed by Charlie Marie McGrath, provides neither. There is no sense of danger, no illicit thrill to watching Valmont (Robert Tobin) and Merteuil (Sara Pavlak McGuire) work their devilish wiles. And there is no erotic charge to the couples’ scenes (nor to any of the scenes really). For a story that features seductions within seductions this

Review: Cowboy Versus Samurai/A-Squared Theatre Workshop

That title is a little misleading. Or it’s not so much misleading as it is entirely metaphorical. Michael Golamco’s “Cowboy Versus Samurai, ” being given its Chicago premiere here by A-Squared Theatre Workshop, doesn’t actually involve any scenes of cowboys battling it out with samurai. It is not a descendant of “Shanghai Noon.” Instead, it is a pleasant, sometimes kind of milquetoast story about an Asian-American man, Travis (Cary Shoda), whose quiet small-town Wyoming life is disrupted when a

Review: Lunacy!/Jackalope Theatre

Why is it that conspiracy theories like, say, the one about the US government hiring director Stanley Kubrick to fake the moon landing, continue to endure? Is the belief in a vast conspiracy underlining all things really all that different from a belief in the innate, inalienable righteousness of one’s country? Could a man who lied to America about the moon landing then go on to lie about something bigger? Like maybe a war? Patriotic paranoia is what rocket-fuels “Lunacy! (A Cryptohistorical Co

Review: Another Kind of Love/InFusion Theatre Company

There’s a problem sometimes at music festivals where you’re too far away from the band to hear them. Sometimes it’s because you didn’t get there early enough to get a good spot. Sometimes it’s because the amplification at said festival really sucks. But other times it’s because the band’s sound just isn’t made for a large festival stage. They are best-suited to playing clubs, not arenas. This same problem plagues InFusion Theatre Company’s “Another Kind of Love.” Performing in the Chopin Theatr

Review: The Little Foxes/Goodman Theatre

There is nothing little about Lillian Hellman’s 1939 potboiler “The Little Foxes.” The characters, the drama, the incestuous pairing of family and greed, it is all larger than life. Director Henry Wishcamper’s new revival at the Goodman, one with a knockout cast, doesn’t try to make the play smaller or more human than it is. This is a play about monsters—Southern, wealthy, money-grubbing monsters. Best to get out of the way and let them fight. Set at the turn of the century, “The Little Foxes”
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2014

Review: The Mikado/The Hypocrites

The problem that any company encounters when producing “The Mikado” is—to put it bluntly—it’s kinda sorta maybe pretty undeniably racist. And as it is a show set in Japan that was written by a pair of middle-aged British guys during the height of the Victorian Empire—neither of whom had ever been to Japan—its racial insensitivity is unsurprising. Despite all of this, “The Mikado” has not only managed to survive, but has downright thrived in the century-plus since its inception. It has done so be

Review: Burning Bluebeard/The Ruffians

I must confess that I came to this year’s production of The Ruffians’ “Burning Bluebeard” as an in-the-tank fan. Since seeing it last year, any conversation I have had concerning the show has either consisted of either exchanging yips of adulation with fellow fans (which consisted of anyone who saw the show) or just yelling “I don’t care what you have to do just see it!” to anyone who had not. Of course there was always the chance, however small, that the show would get terrible in the interveni

Review: Newsies/Broadway In Chicago

It’s easy to go into “Newsies” at the Oriental Theatre with a cocked eyebrow and a cynical smirk. The show, like the nineties movie it’s adapted from, is so utterly sincere in its intentions and its execution that you can’t help but laugh on occasion. When streetwise young toughs are crying for worker’s rights one minute and then turning a triple pirouette the next, it’s objectively pretty funny. However it is that sincerity and guilelessness that carries “Newsies” right into your heart. Pirouet

Review: A Klingon Christmas Carol/Commedia Beauregard

If you haven’t had the chance to see Commedia Beauregard’s “A Klingon Christmas Carol,” well now is the time. The current incarnation of the show, its fifth, will apparently be the final production in Chicago. Happily, this version is lively, appropriately violent and anchored by a wonderful leading performance from Philip Zimmermann as SQuja’. Oh and if you are wondering what exactly “A Klingon Christmas Carol” actually is, it’s… well… it’s a version of “A Christmas Carol” that’s done entirely

Review: The Second City's Holidazed and Confused Revue/Second City

There’s an internal tension with the holiday season between what everyone is supposed to feel—joyous, thankful and free—and how everyone actually feels—miserable, stressed-out and massively in debt. Whether it’s binge-eating on seasonally appropriate chocolates, comparing holiday bonuses, fretting about the inevitable failure of New Year’s resolutions or questioning the very theological basis on which the whole “Christmas” thing is conceived, people deal with this tension in different ways. And

Review: H.M.S. Pinafore/The Hypocrites

First, he turned “Pirates of Penzance” into a beach-bum sing-along. Next, he took “The Mikado” and made a three-ring circus with all three rings overlapping, like a Venn diagram. And now, Sean Graney has arrived at the inevitable: Gilbert and Sullivan’s “H.M.S. Pinafore.” This time around he has picked a theme that perhaps best encapsulates his madmen-running-the-madhouse promenade style, turning the whole thing into a slumber party. What does a slumber party have to do with a show about the Vic

Review: Shining City/Irish Theatre of Chicago

Last year, Seanachai Theatre Company—recently reborn as Irish Theatre of Chicago—brought to life one of the most pleasing Christmas-adjacent shows that this town has seen in recent memory. It was a revival of Irish playwright Conor McPherson’s “The Seafarer,” a play in which a man finds himself in a rundown flat on Christmas Eve playing a card game against the devil for his immortal soul. Director Matt Miller’s production was alternately warm and funny and harrowing and sloshed. It squeezed ever

Review: A Q Brothers' Christmas Carol/Chicago Shakespeare Theater

Recently a friend asked me what my favorite show of 2014 was. I didn’t have a good answer for him. This has a lot to do with the fact that I see more shows than the average theatergoer (complimentary tickets make it pretty easy) and so my mental rolodex is pretty stuffed. But a part of it is that the sheer number of pretty good to pretty bad to pretty mediocre shows can make it hard to differentiate. I can’t recall the diamonds because my brain is so full of rough. These are shows that, regardle

Review: Iphigenia in Aulis/Court Theatre

Watching a Greek drama is odd, because your moral compass gets completely rewritten. There’s a moment in Nicholas Rudall’s new translation of Euripides’ “Iphigenia in Aulis” when Clytemnestra says to her husband Agamemnon something along the lines of “Remember when you met me and murdered my (first) husband and killed my two sons in front of me?” Clytemnestra then goes on to point out how she eventually got over that and forgave him and became his loving wife and bore a gaggle of beautiful child

Review: The Humans/American Theater Company

The specter of loss hangs like a literal specter, a ghost, over Stephen Karam’s new play “The Humans,” currently receiving its world premiere at American Theater Company. The loss of money, of security, of mothers and daughters and those we hold closest to us, of their respect and their love. Karam conjures up these fears and then sends them skittering off into dusty crevices where they become suspicious knocking sounds and burnt out light bulbs and darkened rooms and the ominous whirring of uns

Review: The Nutcracker/The House Theatre of Chicago

Just once, I would like to invite someone along to see The House Theatre’s production of “The Nutcracker” without telling them what they were getting into. For someone who came in expecting Tchaikovsky’s ballet, the result would be at first jarring, then perhaps upsetting (they would at least be upset at me), followed by a growing sense of wonderment and then, finally, delight. Oh, and there might be some crying in there too. And fear. And laughter. And a deep, abiding hunger for sugar plums. B

Review: It's A Wonderful Santaland Miracle Nut-Cracking Christmas Story… Jews Welcome/Stage 773

“It’s A Wonderful Santaland Miracle Nut-Cracking Christmas Story… Jews Welcome” is a Christmas cabaret from Stage 773 artistic director Brian Posen that seeks to hearken back to the wholesome Christmas specials of the 1950s. These were shows that came pre-packaged with a lot of jokes, a lot of song and dance, and heaping helpings of heart. Unfortunately, “It’s A Wonderful Santaland Miracle Nut-Cracking Christmas Story… Jews Welcome” also hearkens back to the staid hackiness of those fifties spec

Review: Out of Disorder/Greenhouse Theater

More than anything, I think I appreciated “Out of Disorder”’s sequencing. The show is actually a pairing of two solo shows: “Hunger Pains” by Christopher L. Moore and “I’m Different, Not Dumb” by Ali Clayton. Both are directed by Mary Rose O’Connor with an intelligent and economical hand. Moore’s show follows his struggles with eating disorders as a young man and is a fairly straight-up seriocomic autobiography. Clayton’s, on the other hand, draws from her own experience growing up with a rainbo

Review: Romulus/Oracle Theatre

The setting starts out so lovely. You walk into Oracle’s cozy little cabin of a space off of Broadway and you’re greeted with what looks like a charming Tuscan villa. It’s the kind of place that the erstwhile star of a Nancy Meyers movie might retreat to “find herself.” Sure everything’s a bit grayish and decaying and there appear to be giant ragged holes in that patio umbrella but, look, there’s a bowl of fruit! What a charming still life. What could go wrong with such a lovely bowl of fruit? W

Review: Ionesco Suite/Theatre de la Ville at Chicago Shakespeare Theater

It was a happy coincidence that I happened to catch Theatre de la Ville’s “Ionesco Suite” within a day of seeing Strawdog Theatre’s production of “Fail/Safe.” Both shows traffic in mid-century post-nuclear absurdism, one through skewering the bourgeois with comedic fragmentation and formalist experimentation and one through showing a bunch of B-movie archetypes almost blow up the world. They are about as different as two shows can be while still being about the same basic thing: what it’s like t

Review: Dead Accounts/Step Up Productions

I don’t know what New York City did to Theresa Rebeck to piss her off so mightily, but whatever it was she seems to have really taken it to heart. Of course, that’s not quite true. I do know what New York City did, and it goes by the name of “The 2008 Financial Crisis.” Rebeck’s 2012 play “Dead Accounts,” now receiving its Chicago premiere in the hands of Step Up Productions, is what’s commonly known as an angry screed. And like so many screeds before it the play works itself up into such a lath

Review: The Frozen on the Square (1982)/Akvavit Theatre

There was a moment in Akvavit Theatre’s US premiere of “The Frozen on the Square (1982)” when the lonely extras that populate the action were staring out into the black nothingness of a frozen Swedish winter and contemplating the infinitesimally tiny corner of said frozen nothingness that makes up the whole of their existence. There was a moment that I understood exactly what it was they were feeling. I wasn’t just there with them. I was them. In retrospect, I think this was really just an anti

Review: The Wild Party/Bailiwick Chicago

At the end of a party I usually feel exhausted. All my energy has been spent. Walking out of Bailiwick Chicago’s “The Wild Party” I felt much the same way. Dulled and listless, like all I wanted to do was pitch over into my bed and pass out. But of course there are two different kinds of exhausted. There’s the good kind, where every last ounce of vigor and joy and joie de vivre has been rung out of me, and I can go to sleep knowing I’ve lived a night well-lived. Then there’s the not-so-good kind

Review: Season On The Line/The House Theatre of Chicago

When I tell you that the House Theatre’s newest show is a theatrical adaptation of “Moby Dick” that is also about a theater company attempting to put on a theatrical adaptation of “Moby Dick” and is also a three-and-a-half-hour-long minor epic and is also a meditation on the evolution of the House Theatre itself while also being a meditation on the relationship between theater and theater criticism and is last but not least heavily steeped in the minutiae of the Chicago storefront theater scene,

Review: Bethany/The Gift Theatre

The Gift might be the place I would take an out-of-towner in order to describe the phenomenon of Chicago storefront theater. The lobby is about the size of a modest walk-in closet and the space itself not much larger. (Okay it’s a fair degree larger, but living in Chicago for any amount of time really does warp your ideas about what to consider a “small” theater.)  The space is a narrow and thin one, with a few dozen seats crammed up against one of the walls, laid out in the three long rows with
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