Roger Catlin - Page 12

I wish you could see 'Kiss' at Woolly Mammoth Theatre the way I did: Without a lot of advance insight, no prior research and only the vague knowledge it was an adaptation of a foreign play.

One of the failings of human beings is the hesitance to visit those who have lost loved ones. We wonder about the right thing to say when the actual requirement is to be present and to listen. That's all that's asked of audience members for 'The Year of Magical Thinking,' Joan Didion's adaptation of her own award-winning memoir into a one-woman play, now at Arena Stage.

By now the world is used to inhumane aberrations like ten-year wars. But back when Homer wrote his epic poem, it was still something to rage about, as he did about the siege of Troy by the Greeks in the Trojan War.

Those people building ambitious commercial haunted houses this month might just call if quits when they see how much they've been outdone by the inventiveness and intent of Synetic Theater's 'Dante's Inferno.'

Music streaming services allow kids these days to put together digital playlists for every mood or activity.

'The Last Schwartz,' a play that's perfectly suited for Theater J, is certainly a familiar trope for its audience: Somebody brings home a non-Jewish women to a solemn family occasion fraught with religious underpinnings.

If Studio Theatre has a go-to playwright, it's been Caryl Churchill, the award-winning British innovator and provocateur, whose season-opening 'Cloud 9' at the theater is as brash and challenging as anything on area stages, and yet was first written over 30 years ago.

New York's UCB Theatre, which grew out of a small group of comics you know in the Upright Citizens Brigade, now contains hundreds of performers you don't know putting on scores of different comedies, sketch shows, online shows and all manner of improv shows at what are now a handful of stages.

The long ride up the elevator to Studio Theater's Stage 4 is certainly rewarded in the regional premiere of Robert Askins' Broadway hit Hand to God.

Summer means camp, and so it is at Theater J, which has been decked out in pine board, nature paintings and signs made of sticks for its closing production of the season, Another Way Home by Anna Ziegler.

With more than 130 different productions being staged over three weeks at 20 different venues, the Capital Fringe festival can be an overwhelming undertaking.

Love it or hate it, the whodunit farce Shear Madness at the Kennedy Center represented D.C. theater for busloads of high school students for nearly 30 years.

It turns out that there's a reason that WSC Avant Bard's production of The Good Devil (In Spite of Himself starts 15 minutes late. The actors who are running frantically back and forth for last minute details and consultation are actually already in character.

Static is just the kind of play you might expect from a former longtime sound theatrical sound designer.

In a couple of weeks, another Bloomsday will be celebrated, and James Joyce's Ulysses will be read aloud by fans of Irish literature worldwide. No such celebration is made for his final book, Finnegans Wake, however.

Constellation Theatre's adult puppet musical Avenue Q swept the 32nd annual Helen Hayes Awards honoring professional theater in Washington, D.C., on Monday with seven awards including outstanding musical.

Close-up magic, where the cards and tricks fly right under a viewer's nose, is always quite effective. So why not close-up theater?

When the foreign correspondent Paul Watson snapped a grisly photo in Mogadishu, Somalia in 1993, he'd receive both a prize and a curse. He got a Pulitzer Prize for capturing the awful moment of the body of a soldier being dragged and desecrated down a side street, but also heard a imagined voice from the dead soldier that haunted him ever since.

In the third installment of the Washington National Opera's mammoth staging of Richard Wagner's The Ring of the Nibelung at the Kennedy Center, a new Brunnhilde awakens, Fafner's dragon turns out to be more of a monster truck, and the titular star of the work, Siegfried, turns out to be much more of a jerk than you'd ever want him to be.