Performance Think of the Risk/Reward Festival as speed dating for contemporary performance. In one night, you’re introduced to six performers. Each has a different way of moving, of grooving, of talking,    More

Performance Between writer’s block and a brain tumor, Richard Collier’s head is in bad shape. He has fled to a hotel in Michigan, where he stumbles on a portrait of a breathtaking starlet from some 60 y   More

Performance When home is a destination in your mind as much as a physical space, it’s an arduous journey to overcome the obstacles that hinder your arrival. After fighting the Trojan War for 10 years, it to   More

Performance If Tolstoy was right—that in all great literature, a man either goes on a journey or a stranger comes to town—there’s hardly a clearer example of the latter than A Bright New Boise. Samuel   More

Performance Beaux Arts Club opens with a strange sort of duet. Actress Anne Sorce, clad in a mod minidress and a fluffy brown wig, shimmies and swivels around an unnamed man who’s been gagged and handcuff   More

Performance Gay culture seems to evolve so quickly that any snapshot is almost instantly antiquated. Offering a queer eye to a straight guy today is almost as passé as wearing an earring in your right ear.   More

Performance For the first 45 minutes of Profile Theatre’s My Children! My Africa!, you may think a latter-day Mr. Chips has single-handedly defeated the entire edifice of 1980s-era South African apartheid w   More

Performance It would be easy to carp about Lauren Weedman’s mispronunciation and misnaming of this newspaper (on opening night, she referred to it as “Will-uh-met Weekly”). But that would be too simpl   More

Performance When Portland author Ursula K. Le Guin wrote The Left Hand of Darkness in 1969, she imagined it as a thought experiment. What would a world be like, she asked, where humans spent most of their liv   More

Performance Ten Chimneys premiered in 2011. But with its old-fashioned form and frothy narrative, it might as well have been produced in the 1930s. That’s not entirely a bad thing. Jeffrey Hatcher’s comed   More