Larson's THX-1138: "tick... tick... BOOM!"

Brandon Uranowitz in tick… tick… BOOM! (Teresa Castracane)

With chief theatre critic Peter Marks having abdicated, the Paper of Record looks to its loyal cadre of contributors to fill the void, at least for now. My review of the Kennedy Center’s new Neil Patrick Harris-directed tick… tick… BOOM!, an expansion of the 2001 three hander musical that was already upscaled from the “rock monologue” Jonathan Larson performed as a solo piece before creating RENT, is here.

It was my editor’s suggestion to move a comment I had calling this piece Larson’s THX-1138 up into the lede. It struck me that Superbia, the never-finished dystopian future-set musical that Larson laments he’s been working on for five years in tick…, sounds quite similar to the experimental film George Lucas made before finding fame with American Graffiti and Star Wars. Equally forbidding, equally uncommercial.

Stuck Like a Pig: "Fat Ham," reviewed.

Greg Alverez Reid and Marquis D. Gibson as a kingslayer and his nephew in Fat Ham. (Margot Schulman)

My City Paper review of Studio’s production of Fat Ham, James Ijames’ Pulitzer-winning Hamlet rewrite, is here. You can also read my profile of the playwright from last May.

A Union of Contradictions: "Confederates," reviewed.

Caro Dubberly and Nikkole Salter in Confederates. (Chris Banks)

My Washington City Paper review of Mosaic Theater Company’s strong production of Dominique Morisseau’s play Confederates is here.

The Roach Eaters: "The Pitchfork Disney" returns to DC after 27 years.

Em Whitworth and Jack Rento rehearse The Pitchfork Disney. (Photo: Caroline Johnson)

Here’s a feature I did for the City Paper about a scrappy young paor of actors, Em Whitworth and Jack Rento, putting up their own DIY production of Philip Ridley’s The PItchfork Disney, a gnarly play that had its U.S. premiere at Woolly Mammoth back in 1995 and hasn’t been seen in Our Nation’s Capitol since.

The Archeology of "Good Bones"

Multi-hyphenate theatermaker James Ijames, courtesy of the artist.

My Washington City Paper feature about Good Bones, Studio Theatre’s new world premiere from the Pulitzer Prize-winning, Tony Award nominated playwright and actor James Ijames is here.

Karaj Band, or Iran So Far Away: "English" at Studio Theatre, reviewed.

Tara Grammy and Maboud Ebramhimzadeh in English. (DJ Corey Photography)

Here’s my Washington City Paper review of Sanaz Toossi’s play English, now in a fine production at the Studio Theatre.

Magic & Loss; Round House Theater's "The Tempest," reviewed.

Nate Dendy, Eric Hissom, and Meagan Graves in an illusion-spiked The Tempest. (Scott Suchman)

The Vegas-birthed production of The Tempest at Round House Theatre through mid-January has plenty to recommend it: jaw-dropping stage illusions, haunting Tom Waits songs, a truly beastly Caliban performed by two actors sweating in tandem. Co-adapters Aaron Posner and Teller have had to do some clear-cutting to make room for all this good stuff, but it’s a fair trade, says I, in my Washington City Paper review.

Post-Racial? Not Really. Woolly Mammoth's "Ain't No Mo'," reviewed for WCP

Shannon Matesky, Brandi Porter, Shannon Dorsey, and Breon Arzell in Jordan E. Cooper’s post-”post racial” satire. (DJ Corey/Woolly Mammoth)

“I quote [director Lil-Anne Brown] to acknowledge that, as a White person born during the Carter administration, I am by no means the primary audience for this, and that my modest critique must and shall be taken with a grain (or possibly a mine) of salt. For what it’s worth: I liked the show a lot. Cooper is a visionary writer, equal parts Jordan Peele and Tony Kushner.” That’s me on Jordan E. Cooper’s Broadway-bound satire Ain’t No Mo’ in the Washington City Paper.