In a wild, take-it-to-the limit Ubuntu Theater Project production of Katori Hall's Hurt Village, we're assaulted with a world littered with false prophets.
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You could argue that there’s no such thing as political theater, that all theater is political, or that politics is politics and art is art. Yet theaters return again and again to the political with the obvious hope that what they put on stage will resound in the greater Republic.
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Sarah Shroud's The Box is locked in an aesthetic and political battle over how best to depict the brutalizing nature of incarceration. It's a draw between journalistic insight and dramatic failure.
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I don’t know if the world-renowned South African playwright Athol Fugard has ever met the Jamaican-born, New York-raised pop icon Grace Jones, but if not, the world should set them up for an unholy date of violent opposites.
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There are rugs everywhere, hanging from the walls like ancient tapestries, in huge piles behind the audience, as if the world we’ve entered were smothered in an abundance of treasure -- a perfect setting for Othello.
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Blank Map, created and performed by a temporary collective of queer African-American performance artists and produced under the aegis of the dancer, choreographer, and provocateur Keith Hennessy, apparently had a fraught birth.
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In Penelope Skinner’s world, experience has nothing on desire. Desire confounds and obliterates without even trying. And we should celebrate her and Shotgun's production for recognizing that.
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Stacy Ross’s Benedick is as strange and magnetic a performance as you are likely to get this year. Dressed as a man, in a tight, striped jacket and floppy hair, she resembles, moves, and behaves like Michael Jackson.
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Summer is the season where you dream of nothing happening, and yet, strangely, it is also the season for radical transformations.
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Joseph Moncure Marsh’s The Wild Party is a singular piece of American poetry, a lurid, epic written in a jazzy doggerel verse. Andrew Lippa's musical version catches the beauty of Marsh's trash aesthetic and forces us to hum along. That's nice.
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