SAN DIEGO THEATRE SCENE

"CURTAIN CALLS" #267

By Pat Launer

www.sdtheatrescene.com

11/28/08

 

It’s a Wonderful Life, when in one week,

You see Scrooge in Rouge and a Xanadu Greek.

You know you’re on a theater jag,

When R&G do U.S. Drag.

 

 

 

Skates and Sweatbands and Leg-Warmers, Oh My!

THE SHOW: Xanadu, the debut of the national tour of the 2007 Tony Award-nominated musical adapted from one of the world’s most dreadful movies (1980). Director Christopher Ashley, artistic director of the La Jolla Playhouse, is giving San Diego first crack at the show before it travels around the country. The smart, funny and eternally tongue-in-cheek book is by Douglas Carter Beane, with music and lyrics by Electric Light Orchestra founding member Jeff Lynne and pop tunesmith/producer John Farrar. Last year, the show won an Outer Critics Circle Award for Best Musical and a Drama Desk Award for Best Book.                                                              

THE STORY: Oh, boy. Story. Can you spell ludicrous (the original way, not like the rapper does)? Clio, one of the Seven Greek Muses, offspring of Zeus, is the subject of a chalk drawing by a Venice, CA artist, circa 1980. Being the inspiration for history and poetry, she feels it’s her duty to rescue a struggling, suicidal artist, who has a dream of artistic greatness, an “apex of all the arts,” a creation that will bring together all art forms under one roof. Yes, you guessed it: a roller disco. She decides to come down to earth under cover – as an Olivia Newton-John clone. Well, not an exact replica (she takes on the name of Kira), but she has the requisite leg-warmers, skates, Aussie accent and wind-blown big hair (here, by means of a man holding a fan in front of her face). And she does what no self-respecting Muse should: she falls in love with the all-too-human Sonny. Two mean Muse sisters think it’s all their doing, having plotted her fall from grace (and certain death) by putting a fall-in-love-with-a-mortal curse on her. Meantime, Sonny has found a venue to fulfill his dreams (as well as a dusty old ‘Xanadu’ marquee that gives the space a name), and he connects with the wealthy businessman building owner, Danny Maguire, who lost his muse years ago, forsook his art for money, etc. etc. And guess who that Muse turns out to be? At the end, Clio/Kira is sent up to Mount Olympus to meet Zeus and do her penance. And whaddaya know? Love (and leg-warmers) conquer all.

 

Beane makes wry and often amusing commentary on ‘80s pop culture, art, creativity, bad movies and mindless musicals. He gleefully takes stabs at the Greek gods and Olivia Newton-John; 1981’s schlocky “Clash of the Titans,” the centaurs, Cyclops and Medusa (second Cyclops in a month; amazing!)  “This is like children’s theater for 40 year-old gay people,” says sister/Muse Calliope. ‘Nuff said.

 

THE PLAYERS/THE PRODUCTION: The good part about this inspired lunacy is that it never takes itself seriously, but it’s not played for camp, either. It’s retro cheese to the max, true to the vacuousness and artlessness of the ‘80s. The deliberately low-rent production features a stage ringed with Greek pillars (designed by David Gallo) and a playing space mostly taken up with audience seating (à la Spring Awakening, but with less purpose; well, with only eight actors, they have to fill the stage with something!). There’s a high-energy 4-piece onstage band (under the musical direction of Jesse Vargas and arranger Eric Stern), but they can only be seen from house right. The sound (Dan Moses Schreier) is bright and brash, and the brassy lighting (Howell Binkley) is heavy on mirror balls (well, in the second part of the intermissionless show, anyway). The costumes (David Zinn) range from drapey Greek for the muses, to short shorts, tank top and headband for Sonny, to a twirly skirt to accompany Kira’s leg-warmers and skates. The choreography (Dan Knechtges) is likewise all over the map -- and the centuries -- with stylized “Walk Like an Egyptian” (okay, Greek) poses and plenty of disco moves. Julius Thomas III, who plays the dance Muse Terpsicore, has, appropriately, the fanciest footwork.

 

Elizabeth Stanley, who was the ingénue in Cry-Baby last year at the Playhouse and on Broadway, brings that same powerful voice and perky spunk to the role of Clio/Kira. Her wayyy over-the-top Aussie accent, though, with its yowling vowels, sounds more like Eliza Doolittle than Olivia Newton-John. As Sonny, Max von Essen is cute and engaging, in a Valley Boy sort of way, but he’s not as hunky as Cheyenne Jackson, who assayed the role on Broadway. Larry Marshall is fine and nasty and a little wistful as Danny Maguire, but he’s no Gene Kelly. And Julius Thomas does his really fine Young Danny dancing.

 

The most comical repartee goes to the Evil Sisters, funny Joanna Glushak, the nerdy, bespectacled Calliope (dynamite on air-guitar!), and big-boned, big-voiced Sharon Wilkins as Melpomene. There’s an amusing moment on Mount Olympus, when the cast does spot-on impressions of the titanic cast of “Clash of the Titans” – Maggie Smith, Laurence Olivier, Claire Bloom. Beane slips in all kinds of references and in-jokes (stabs at the Olympics, Scientology, Andrew Lloyd Webber, stilted classical theatrical declaiming and so much more) that will keep the non-‘80s fan occupied for the whole 90 minutes.

 

The songs are timeless in a kitchy, ELO kind of way. Be forewarned: you’ll be singing them for days, whether you want to or not. Watch this: “Xanadu.” “Have You Never Been Mellow.” “Strange Magic.” See what I mean? You’re humming them already! They’ll haunt your dreams.

 

THE LOCATION: La Jolla Playhouse, through 12/31

 

 

Urban Ennui

THE SHOW: U.S. Drag, San Diego premiere of a black comedy (2001) by Gina Gianfriddo, which won the Susan Smith Blackburn Prize in 2001. The prestigious award has b, For the past 30 years, the prestigious award has entailed a $20,000 prize to  women who write theater works of outstanding quality. Besides being an accomplished playwright, Gianfriddo also writes for TV’s “Law and Order” and “Cold Case.” Her play title comes from a dense and arcane paragraph (is there any other kind?) in William S. Burroughs “Naked Lunch,” and refers to a ‘particularly American kind of longing.’

THE STORY: Two hot New York chicks, recent college grads (one Magna cum laude, one Summa, though they don’t seem all that smart: “We're non-reflective and solutions-oriented,” says one) refuse to take entry-level jobs; they think they’re over-qualified. So they leave their dreary gig at Condé Nast. But they’re broke. These Girls just wanna have fun. They want fame and fortune and they want it now – without having to put in the time or effort. They get what they can off whatever guys they run into. But they think they’ve found their ticket to money and stardom when they get wind of a reward for finding a wacko serial killer about town. So they join a group (SAFE = Stay Away From Ed) and meet some serious male losers. Can shallow, vapid Gen-Xers ever find love, fulfillment, a meaningful life and celebrity? Some questions are rhetorical – even in satire.

THE PLAY: The writing is dark, quirky, sometimes giddy in its smug, edgy wit (not just anyone makes humorous reference to Anne Sexton). The play premiered on the eve of 9/11. But shallow gals, and the guys who drool over them, never seem to go out of style. This is a sad/comic take on American alienation, self-absorption, fear, celebrity, self-deception, quest for connection, ill-conceived do-gooder-ism and obsession with serial killers (seen the Best Seller list recently?). The dialogue crackles, though the characters (some kind of two-dimensional) are potentially more interesting than the plot. The production brings out the best of the play.

THE PLAYERS/THE PRODUCTION: Director Claudio Raygoza, founding artistic director of ion theatre, has perfectly captured the tone and tenor of the piece. Even his scenic design (along with Matt Scott) is aptly idiosyncratic and suggestive. The Manhattan skyline looms over the set; below, in irregular lines, an array of squares of light represent high-rise apartment windows; a woman’s torso is a lampstand for the interior scenes (though it’s a pretty shabby sofa for a Wall St. worker’s pad). As anyone knows, 90% of directing is casting. And Raygoza has amassed a humdinger of an ensemble. Front and center are Laura Bozanich and Karson St. John, a recent New York transplant who’s terrific in her manner, mien, look and line tossoffs. The two beauties are an excellently-matched pair, quipping endlessly, deliciously bored and shallow, flirty and fraudulent. We just can’t get enough of them. Some of the men swirling around them are less interesting, but Sven Salumaa is a hoot as the relentlessly whiney, narcissistic author, a flash-in-the-pan writer who constructs a “creative non-fiction” autobiography about the abuse he endured as a child, all of which existed only in his mind (a prescient scenario on Gianfriddo’s part, in view of the James Frey debacle). Colin Simon, David Kelso and Nick Louie are the bland, pathetic ciphers in these women’s lives: a crime-obsessed do-gooder; a nerdy trust-fund baby; and an awkward self-help-squad group-leader. Kelly Lapczynski plays Mary, the traumatized victim of the ominous Ed, and Melissa Coleman Reed takes on several roles, amusingly. The awkward date between Mary and Ned (Kelso) is wonderfully discomforting. The play has some dips, but it’s smart and funny, dark and delightfully done.

THE LOCATION: ion theatre, through 12/21

 

 

Innuendo (and out the other)

THE SHOW: Scrooge in Rouge – A British Music Hall Christmas Carol, which was created by a company of actors at the New Orleans cabaret, Le Chat Noir. Book and lyrics by Ricky Graham, additional material by Jeffrey Roberson and Yvette Hargis, and original music composed by Jefferson Turner. At Diversionary Theatre, Rayme Sciaroni served as director and musical director.

THE BACKSTORY: The Victorian Music Hall was at its heyday in the mid-19th century, around 1850-60 (Dickens’ “A Christmas Carol” was written in 1843). The vaudevillian shows featured variety entertainment, a mixture of rousing popular songs, comedy and specialty acts.

THE STORY: Most of the 20-member Variety Players of the Royal Music Hall have taken sick with “a nasty case of food poisoning” brought on by one of the ‘surviving’ cast-members. Only three remain to put on their scheduled holiday show: the lively character actor Charlie Schmaltz; Lottie Obligato, an oversized soprano/soubrette; and Vesta Virile, a spunky male impersonator destined to play Scrooge. Among them, they take on some 23 roles and don innumerable costumes, to enact “A Christmas Carol,” enlisting someone from the audience to play Tiny Tim (all they have to do is sit there, and say ‘God Bless Us, Every One’). It’s a giddy gender-bender showcase for the actors, who endure costume and technical malfunctions while stealing focus, chewing scenery and kvetching (“I wish I could get special effects on my speeches”). In other words, there’s as much melodrama in the company as in the story.

THE PLAYERS/THE PRODUCTION: In order to get the full entertainment value of this goofy, silly, over-the-top show, you have to check your intellect at the door and leave all analytical thinking at home. The actors are talented, energetic and hard-working. The puns are excruciating. The sexual innuendo mounts up atop the double entendres. The performances are high-octane, sweat-heavy and impressive. Eric Vest is adorably clownish, with his plaid suspendered pants and giant-size smile. Kim Strassburger is bumbling and nasty and funny and game throughout. And Tony Houck is flat-out terrific, with a stunning voice (both high and low) and great physical comedy. Jennifer Brawn Gittings’ outrageous, quick-change costumes (the Tiny Tim getup is wild!) are only outdone by Peter Herman’s flamboyant wigs and hats. Whatta team!

THE LOCATION: Diversionary Theatre, through 12/21

 

It IS a Wonderful Life

THE SHOW: It’s A Wonderful Life: A Live Radio Play

THE PLAYERS/THE PRODUCTION: Third time’s a charm for this delightful live-radio re-enactment of the beloved holiday movie (though the first two incarnations were pretty terrific, too!). Most of the outstanding cast, and the magnificent Foley sound artist, Scott Paulson, remain intact. The currently very pregnant Melissa Fernandes is missed as the slutty Violet (and a neighborhood dog, canines being one of her specialties). It was Andrew Sisters wonderful to have a female musical trio on board. But some of this year’s additions are delectable. Jeannine Marquie more than takes up the slack, playing a wonderfully heartfelt Mary as well as gum-snapping Vi and tiny-voiced Zuzu. She has a terrific connection with Tom Andrew, who’s better and more heart-rending than ever as George Bailey, the disappointed, would-be suicide who realizes how important he is to the world around him, thanks to guardian angel Clarence (nicely played by Tim West). David McBean is superb, snagging most of the laughs as a wide array of characters with an assortment of accents (his Martini, the Italian bar-owner, is my fave), and his voice is marvelous, adding a mellow baritone to the mix. Veronica Murphy looks great (she did this year’s lovely costumes; original designs by Jeanne Reith) and deftly plays a range of females, young and old. Jonathan Dunn-Rankin is excellent as the narrator/radio announcer (love those commercials!), nasty Mr. Potter and others (particularly a toothless old codger who wants his money back from the Bailey Building and Loan). Amy Dalton is grand on the upright. Besides being riveting to watch (as sound-man and performer), Paulson also plays a variety of instruments, from harp to drums, baritone sax to English horn. The singing is splendid (original music and arrangements by Kevin Connors), the look is period-perfect (set by Sean Murray, lighting by Eric Lotze) and the story is told with warmth, humor and a whole lotta heart (Marybeth Bielawski-Deleo re-creates Sean Murray’s original direction). This is sheer delight for the whole family. Watch or just listen… but why wouldn’t you want to catch every delicious little nuance? This onstage San Diego tradition should supplant the annual movie-watching ritual; it’s just that good.

THE LOCATION: Cygnet Theatre (Rolando/College area)), through 12/28

NOTE: Cygnet inaugurates its new theater in Old Town this week, with a new production of  A Christmas Carol; 11/28-12/28

 

Tweedle Dee and Tweedle not-so-Dum

THE SHOW: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, a too short-lived UCSD production of the Tom Stoppard tragicomedy that turns Hamlet inside out, riffing on two of its minor characters in an absurdist, existentialist take first staged at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe in 1966. When the play opened the next year at the Old Vic, Stoppard became an immediate success. Even in his earliest plays, he flashed his extreme linguistic legerdemain.

THE PLAYERS/THE PRODUCTION: The title characters, in this production more Beckettian than ever, are two clown/fools in a world that is beyond their comprehension or control. Their rapid-fire, verbose and nonsensical ramblings cause them to confuse their own identities, misunderstand each other and stumble into abstruse philosophical arguments. The themes of the play include free will vs. determinism, mortality, humanity and the impossibility of certainty. Language, Stoppard is saying, is fraught with ambiguity. And in making his pointed points, he do go on…

 

But this production, brilliantly directed by Adam Arian, a second-year MFA student, makes just about every moment visually, aurally and dramatically thrilling. His luminous vision is realized by the dazzling contributions of scenic designer Rob Tintoc, lighting designer Stephen Sakowski and sound designer Christopher M. Luessmann. But the costumes and makeup, designed by second-year MFA Christine Crook, nearly steal the show, a jaw-dropping conflation of Waiting for Godot, The Rocky Horror Show, “Men in Black” and “A Clockwork Orange.” R&G are in checkered three-piece suits and bowler hats, the Tragedians are a ragtag mélange of colors and styles, the court is stylized high goth/glam, and Hamlet himself (sporting chains and a ‘Hamlet’ t-shirt as he reads “Hamlet”) is a menacing “Clockwork” droog if I ever saw one.

 

The performances are no less stellar. Jessica Watkins and Johnny Wu are spectacular, finishing each other’s sentences, somersaulting into magnificent physical comedy (just to watch Wu toss a coin 100 times is a treat). He has all the linguistic acrobatics at the outset, but then she takes over with her drop-dead deadpan and her irresistible combination of insouciance and cluelessness. They handle the dense, thorny language with aplomb – and rat-a-tat timing. They were wonderfully choreographed by Rebecca Salzer, daughter of theatermakers Deb and Beeb Salzer, a recent addition to the UCSD dance department. Irungu Mutu was imposing and electrifying as the heavily made-up Player king. (This was the charismatic actor’s final student production, but look for him in La Jolla Playhouse’s Peter and the Starcatchers come February). Joel Gelman was ominous as the brooding Dane, who’s merely a minor character here, with flourishes of sane insanity (and bong-smoking on the boat). Ahh, the boat scene; that’s when R&G are supposed to be bringing Hamlet to certain death in England, but he outwits them (again) and it’s their own demise they’re sailing toward. The suggestion of a sail, the wonderful creaking sounds; it all made you lose your land-legs.

 

“Must we try to figure it out?,” the director asked in his notes. “Or should we rather enjoy the ride?” Surely the latter, according to Arian, Rilke (whom he quotes liberally) and Stoppard. If you didn’t see this production, you missed one helluva gorgeous ride.

 

 

All Hail King Arthur!

 

Before, the room had the ignoble name of Galbraith 157, the small, intimate theater/classroom in the theater building (Galbraith Hall) on the campus of UCSD. But as of this week, it’s the Arthur Wagner Theatre, named for the delightfully witty, warm and wonderful teacher/actor/director who founded the department of theater 37 years ago. In a touching and funny, invitation-only event, a raft of excellent speakers sang Arthur’s praises, from students to faculty, alumni to the Chancellor of the University, Marye Anne Fox. Faculty member Jim Winker opened the event with a magnificent presentation of Arthur’s favorite Shakespearean speech: the Henry V Prologue that begins “O for a Muse of Fire… A kingdom for a stage, princes to act/And monarchs to behold the swelling scene!” He made all that happen, and more, for a riveted SRO audience. We must get Winker onstage more. Some of the thesps said he’d brought new meaning and insight to that oft-repeated exhortation.

 

All around the campus, Arthur will not be forgotten. There’s a Wagner fellowship (that’s what made it possible for student Pearl Rhein to attend UCSD); an Arthur and Molli Wagner endowed Chair in Acting (the current holder of that honor, Kyle Donnelly, called him “legend, mentor, keeper of the flame”); the Wagner Dance Building and now, a The Wagner Theatre. After noting that Arthur still continues to see everything every student actor does, from the time they arrive in the program to the day they graduate, Donnelly went on to suggest that the whole building be called Wagner. Attendees were in hearty agreement.

 

Shishir Kururp, a highly articulate alumnus (MFA in Acting, 1987, who’s spent the past 15 years at the Cornerstone Theatre Company in L.A.), asserted that “Arthur believes theater is a temple, a place of healing. Someplace deep and primal. A place of musings and mending… He helped make us curious, vital, questioning artists. And now we’re in the sacred temple of healing called the Arthur Wagner Theatre.” Inspiring. Jorge Huerta, who was brought onto the faculty by Arthur in 1975, called him “the man of the hour. No… a man for all seasons.”

 

Taking the stage himself, Arthur, ever humble and gracious, thanked his mate of 52 years, and expressed great gratitude to all, as well as admitting, “Now I know what it feels like to be at your own wake!” He watched the department grow to 40 faculty (Theatre and Dance), and the 5000-student campus expand to 29,000. “This is a special kind of place, my kind of space,” he said of the Wagner Theatre. “Theater has to reach out, yes. But it has to start in an intimate space. I look forward to seeing this theater full, all the time.” So do we all. And may Arthur always be there.

 

 

At the Feet of the Master

 

I felt privileged to see a master at work, as Broadway legend Ken Page (veteran of the original casts of Cats, Ain’t Misbehavin and others) presented a Master Class to the MFA students in musical theater at San Diego State University. He was warm, gentle, kind and incredibly intuitive and insightful. He chose to focus not on the singing, but on the acting part of putting over a song, highlighting the meaning in genuine and unpredictable ways. After one look and a couple of bars, he nailed the strengths and weaknesses of each of the nine musical theater aspirants. And he shaped each of them, working with or against type, to make the songs they’d prepared infinitely more real and heartfelt. It was a thrill to watch. We’ll see if they heed his advice, when they present their annual Portfolio performances on Dec. 8 (see below).

Here are a few of his inspirational bon mots:

“There’s no right or wrong in art; there is only expression of art.”

“Raising your level of art enriches the world.”

“Know that what you offer to the world as artists is what the world really needs, what it survives on.”

“In the song, take your time. Let it breathe. We’ll be with you if you’re doing it right. Pauses make you the commander of the song, not the song the commander of you.”

“Look at the lyric. Make sure you mine it. Make mental pictures of every word you say.”

 

Page showed that he practices what he teaches. He gave an intro to an oft-sung song, “Memory” from Cats (he was the original Old Deuteronomy), framing it with his own recollection of the ‘80s, when the show opened. It was a time “I left my 20s and also lost some of my best friends and colleagues to AIDS. We left the last days of our innocence behind. I haven’t felt the same way about life since.” When he sang the song after that, it was fresh, new and devastating.

 

He ended with an exhortation, a call to action. “We’ve all got to be Art Soldiers,” he told the rapt and adoring students. “You have to go out in the world and defend art. If it’s not under attack, it’s at least in neglect. You’re fighting for a cause. You want to win the war. Be aggressive! Know that you’re bringing light and delight with you, and the world would be a dark place without us. We’re the cherished people on earth.” Take that to heart, theatermakers!

 

 

NEWS AND VIEWS

 

… Wassup with the Joisey Boys? First, the original Frankie Valli, the fabulous David Noroña, decided to bow out before the show went from La Jolla to Broadway, citing voice problems and sadly missing the opportunity to win a much-deserved Tony Award. Now former San Diegan Christian Hoff, who did win a Tony (playing the nefarious Tommy DeVito), has had to withdraw from his latest venture, which was slated to make him a star. He was set to be featured in a revival of Pal Joey, but a foot injury during a preview performance forced him out, and his understudy, Matthew Risch, will step in; the opening has been postponed a week to December 18. The role of Joey Evans, immortalized onstage by Gene Kelly and on film by Frank Sinatra, was expected to be the breakthrough role for Hoff. We wish him health and success in his next endeavor.

 

Excellence in Art… and How to Achieve it…. That’s the name of a FREE workshop aimed at San Diego’s arts education community. Steve Seidel, Director of Harvard’s prestigious Project Zero and Director of Harvard’s Arts in Education Program, will appear in a webinar, followed by a live Q & A session with Ron Jesse, Visual and Performing Arts Coordinator for the SD County Office of Education, and Karen Childress-Evans, Director of Visual and Performing Arts for the San Diego Unified School District. December 17, 11am-1pm at the SD County Office of Education, 6401 Linda Vista Road; building 4, rm. 401. rsvp to: scivapa@sdcoe.net.

 

… Wall to Wall… Lotus Theatre Collective, a new local group, presents Kristina Meek’s adaptation of The Yellow Wallpaper written by Charlotte Perkins Gilman in 1899, and considered to be one of the first pieces of feminist literature. Sophia A. Ziebell directs and Yolande Snaith choreographs a company of seven actors and dancers. December 13 and 14 in Eveoke Dance Theatre’s rehearsal space, 2811 University Avenue. www.lotustheatrecollective.com

 

…J-class… The J*Company Youth Theatre is about to start up a new session of classes and workshops. Share the news with some aspiring young theatermaker. There are classes in Monologue/Audition, Yoga for the Actor, Musical Theater, Musical Theatre dance, tap, improvisation and more. http:sdcjc.lfjcc.org/jc/classes.aspx.

 

… Classic Folk-Tale… Chronos Theatre Group presents a staged reading (with dance) of an Armenian comedy, Nazar the Brave, backed by traditional and new music. December 8, 7:30pm in the Lyceum Theatre. www.chronostheatre.com.

 

… Singers with Portfolio… The new class of MFA students in musical theater at SDSU, one of only four such graduate programs in the U.S. and the only one on the West coast, will present their first Portfolio performance, “An Evening of Musical Theatre,” featuring songs by some of America’s quintessential composers. December 8, 7:30pm at Cygnet Theatre/Rolando. Reservations recommended: 619-594-8262.

 

… Speaking out… Write Out Loud presents two December events: San Diego CITYBEAT’s “Fiction 101: Winning Short Stories Read Aloud” by an all-star cast, 6-9pm on December 8 at Caffe Forte, 3880 Grim Avenue, 92104. And “Giving Season: Holiday Stories for the Whole Family,” at 2pm on December 13 at Cygnet Theatre/Rolando. Reservations: 619-297-8953.

 

… Saturday Morning theater… Beginning December 7, my Friday theater reviews on KSDS, Jazz 88.3FM, will be reprised on Saturday mornings. 9am both days. Tune in! Or, read/listen to my on air reviews any time, at jazz88.org.

 

… Put a little Drama in your life… Reserve your tickets or table NOW for the 12th annual Patté Awards for Theater Excellence. www.thepattefoundation.org.

 

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'NOT TO BE MISSED!' (Pat’s Picks)

                                   

U.S. Drag – darkly comic and wonderfully well done

Ion theatre, through 12/21

 

It’s a Wonderful Life: A Live Radio Play  – heart-warming adaptation, superbly presented

Cygnet Theatre (Rolando), through

 

Driving Miss Daisy – marvelously directed and performed

Moonlight Stage Productions, through 11/30

 

The Last Night of Ballyhoo – funny and thought-provoking play, lovely performances

Scripps Ranch Theatre, through 12/6

 

George Orwell’s 1984 powerful and frightening; a scary story, well told

OnStage Productions, through 11/29

 

Boomers - you gotta love it, even if you aren’t one. Fabulous band, super songs, high-energy performances

Lamb’s Players at the Horton Grand Theatre, an open-ended run, now selling through 12/31

 

 

 

Giving thanks for all our county’s bounty – especially our amazing theater community!

 

 

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For nearly 25 years, Pat Launer has been the only regular broadcast theater critic in San Diego. An Emmy Award-winner with a Ph.D. in Communication Arts & Sciences, Pat sees and reviews more than 200 local theater productions every year. For the past decade, she has hosted and produced The Patté Awards for Theatre Excellence, a gala community event that honors local theatermakers and celebrates the broad diversity of San Diego theater.