A local podcast unleashes no-holds-barred theater criticism, with a shot of scotch.
Deep in Happy Valley on a blustery Monday
evening, in a room lined with posters of Katy Perry and Bruce
Springsteen, James Engberg and Eric Kilgore are drinking Scotch and
discussing Bertolt Bre
Is oil really made of dinosaur bones?
You’ve heard the expression, but have you stopped to consider whether
the liquid in your gas tank actually came from a long-dead Apatosaurus?
In their n
Comedian Margaret Cho explains why we can all be mothers if we want.
Margaret Cho doesn’t have any kids of her
own. But that doesn’t mean she’s not a mother—or, rather, that she
can’t mother anyone she wants. The personally and politically outspoken
Earlier this year, I predicted that Portland Experimental Theatre Ensemble’s Song of the Dodo would
be unlike anything else on a Portland stage this fall. It was an easy
wager. From the walls
Everyone thinks they know Our Town. The play has
become code for cloying sentimentality, the sort of white-bread drama
trotted out regularly by high-school theater departments. If people
From the beginning of Foxfinder,
it’s clear we’ve entered an off-kilter world. Even the set is askew: The
stage slopes in different directions, and a door frame slants sharply
to one side. T
We all do bad things. Whether that’s
pirating your neighbor’s wireless signal or pouring acid onto a
prostitute’s face just depends on your level of commitment. So for all
its social com
CoHo Productions’ The Outgoing Tide
digs into hefty stuff: Playwright Bruce Graham tackles the dilemmas
faced when a family member has Alzheimer’s disease, along with moral,
ethical and em
The streets in the unnamed suburb of Detroit—which
is not necessarily set anywhere near the Motor City—evoke light.
Ultraviolet Lane. Fluorescent Avenue. Sunshine Way. Lightness, too: