[UPDATE] Thursday only, the Playhouse is offering $10 tickets to anyone who says "Portland Blizzard" at the ticket counter. $10! That's less than a movie! Go!
Portland Playhouse is offering a deal for WW readers for this weekend only: $6 off all tickets to the company's new production of Theresa Rebeck's The Scene. Just use the coupon code "WW" on the Portland Playhouse website to get yours.
The show is really, really good. Here's my review from this week's paper:
"It's fantastic!" Says the fallen man to the means of his ruination. "You look like that, you screw like a bunny and you have no soul! Seriously. It is awe-inspiring." Yeah, it is. He's speaking to Clea, a 22-year-old faux-naive succubus busily fucking her way up the ladder of the New York TV business. She's the greatest creation of Theresa Rebeck, a playwright I had previously considered more fun than frighteningly talented, and she burns a horrid swath across the lives of everyone else she encounters in this savage show-biz comedy. In Portland Playhouse's production, directed by Tamara Fisch, Leif Norby, Ty Hewitt and Laura Faye-Smith are all turn in strong performances, but Nikki Weaver's Clea commands the stage, seeming to absorb all the light in the room.Her speech is a high-velocity mess of misused adjectives, her inflection a abominable mating of Valley girl and Ira Glass, and she moves with a calculated looseness that hold the gaze even as her personality repulses. Aging actor Charlie (Leif Norby) is especially repelled, but winds up drawn in anyway, sabotaging his career and successful marriage to a competent, affectionate professional in a nightmarish tryst. It isn't really Clea's fault, of course. Rebeck has a keen insight into why happily married men self-destruct—it's all about power and pride—and a creature like Clea can only facilitate the disaster. But still—wow, is she awful, claiming not to drink while guzzling vodka, constantly expressing dismay at the negativity of others while flinging insults of her own, jerking her body to wherever it may best be displayed. Weaver's is the most demanding performance I've seen this season; you cannot look away, no matter how much you might like to run screaming from the theater.