Christmas Carol at PCS

Christmas time is sometimes as hectic as it is joyful. Why, I've attended three different holiday parties this week alone, but when a friend of mine invited me on a group outing to see A Christmas Carol at Portland Center Stage (PCS) somewhere between fretting about gift buying and what to do for New Years, I found I just couldn't say "no." Maybe it was because Dicken's ghost of Christmas past was tugging at me, because I knew I would be in for a night of really interesting special effects, or because two of the Northwest's very talented theatre practitioners (Rose Riodan, direction, and Mead Hunter, adaptation) had brought the show to life this year, but despite the particular reason, I was compelled to go.
I can honestly say, from the bottom of my heart, that it was my favorite production of A Christmas Carol I have ever seen. Yes, it's the same old story, yes, it's certainly a little silly, but for me it recaptured some of the magic of this season that tends to lose its sparkle as we grow older. Jacob Marley was terrifying, the snow was beautiful, the way objects would occasionally move about by themselves or voices would resound in eerie whispers across the house was ever so spooky, and Ebbe Roe Smith's Ebenezer Scrooge was charming.
I have to confess, I have an awful habit of getting teary in the scene where Scrooge is shown the Christmas of Tiny Tim's death. This year Michael Fisher-Welsh as Bob Cratchit just made me weep as he held his grieving family close. As comical as it sounds, my friend sitting next to me was understanding enough to pull a handkerchief out of his pocket for me.
So, I loved it. It was a nice dose of holiday cheer without all the hustle and bustle, and at the end of the show, when it began to snow once more, not just onstage but on us as well, I could not keep the smile from my face.

Merry Christmas. Happy New Year.

Reindeer Monologues at RTR

It is lovely to be back in Oregon for the holidays. I'm so enjoying seeing my family and friends, and, of course, some of the delightful holiday theatre that's happening around Portland.
In fact, these days, I've been spending my time on Santa's sleigh team in the dark Christmas comedy The Eight: Reindeer Monologues at Readers Theatre Repertory. This NOT CHILD FRIENDLY version of the Santa Claus myth is told through the eyes, hooves and antlers of his eight emotionally dysfunctional reindeer. It really is quite a scandalous tell-all revealing Mr. and Mrs. Claus' strained, alcoholic relationship, what really happened with the Rudolf foggy Christmas debacle, and why Vixen has accused Santa of sexual assault.
Come down to RTR and see me, Dancer, along with my seven teammates, Dasher, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen at 8:00 tonight! To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall! Now, dash away, dash away, dash away all!

The Lying Kind at Third Rail

I'm back in Portland for the holidays, and the first thing I wanted to do was go to the theatre!
On Thursday night a group of friends and I went to the World Trade Center to see Third Rail Repertory Theatre's winter production. I don't believe anything makes this Anothy Neilson play, The Lying Kind, a holiday show except that is takes place on Christmas Eve. I can't say that the story of two police officers attempting and failing to tell an elderly couple that their thirty-four year old daughter was killed in a car accident on the way home for Christmas is what I would call the stuff of farce, but to my surprise, the show was, in fact, very funny. I was particularly fond of Richard Mathews work as Balthazar. Although, Michael O'Connell and Amy Palomino created my favorite slapstick comedic moment in the show. It was a surprisingly fun evening considering the subject matter.

Three Sisters at Cincinnati Playhouse then Dinner with Frank Wood

As the term was coming to a close here at the Ohio University graduate in acting program, a group of us decided it would be a good weekend to make a little road trip to Cincinnati, and not just any road trip. We had tickets to Sarah Ruhl's version of Chekhov's Three Sisters as directed by John Doyle at the Tony Award winning Cincinnati Playhouse. This production was unlike any other Three Sisters I've seen or heard about. Upon entering the theatre we saw no birch trees, no parlor. Instead we entered a tall looming space. A crumbling room which seemed to have one point been an elegant home, at another point had been transformed into an office building, and now was lying in virtual ruins as though it had been abandoned for several years. The walls were literally decaying and broken plaster laid strewn about the set. The actors stayed onstage then entire show. When they were not part of a scene they sat and watched from the deteriorating walls of this oppressive space. Like the three sisters, Olga, Masha and Irina, who always speak of moving back to Moscow and never leave their little village, the actors talked about leaving the house but never actually did.
The performance was stunning. Particularly Laila Robins (Broadway: Heartbreak House, Frozen, The Herbal Bed and The Real Thing; Film and Television: The Sopranos, Sex and the City, Law and Order, Planes, Trains and Automobiles, etc.) as Masha. Her command of the role and specificity of action was absolutely beautiful. I was engaged by every moment of her performance. I was also particularly fond of Lynn Cohen (Broadway: Orpheus Descending, Ivanov (with Kevin Kline); Film and Television: Sex and the City, Across the Universe, The Station Agent, Law and Order, The Cosby Show, etc.) as Anfisa. Her final monologue exclaiming how happy she ended up in life (Anfisa, the old maid, is the only character who finishes the play joyfully) was so charming and touching. The kind of thing that makes you want to jump out of your seat and hug her.
After the play we had dinner with another memorable actor from the production, Tony and Drama League Award winner Frank Wood (Broadway: August: Osage County, Side Man, Hollywood Arms; Film and Television: The Sopranos, Law and Order: Criminal Intent, Changeling, Dan in Real Life, The Royal Tenebaums, etc.) who played Tuzenbach. Over dinner we discussed the production and he told us about his experience working on Sarah Ruhl's version of the play as well as having John Doyle for a director. He asked us how graduate school was going, and the whole night was fun and fascinating. Even the point where I couldn't contain myself any longer and had to geek out and tell him how much I'd loved his work in August: Osage County.
It was wonderful to be at the Cincinnati Playhouse for the first time, and what a powerful first production to see. I can't wait to return soon.

Autumn in Athens

The Laramie Project: Ten Years Later (Post Performance)

Last night, all over the world, at one hundred and fifty theaters, it happened. The reading of The Laramie Project: Ten Years Later was quite an event. Our production went off without a hitch. The live feeds before and after the show were broadcast on a large screen behind the stage, and the show itself received a fairly good response. One of the characters I played, Romaine Patterson, closed the play with a lovely speech about defining her friend Matt Shepard in two ways, "There's Matt who I knew and the good friend I had, and then there's Matthew Shepard. And Matthew is very different from Matt. Matthew Shepard is this iconic hate crime that has happened in our history, and Matthew Shepard is not necessarily about Matt, it's about a community's reaction, it is about the media that followed, it is about the crime, but it's not about Matt..." When I finished the speech, and we all shut our notebooks, the audience stood up.
It was great to be part of a project with such magnitude and power. I am very proud of what we accomplished last night, and I'm honored to be part of this global community.

Laramie Ten Years Later, It's Happening Tomorrow

We've done 25 to 35 hours of rehearsal as a cast. Today we were in the beautiful rotunda on campus where we'll be performing (it's like acting in the Jefferson Memorial). Tomorrow night, October 12, 2009, it's happening, all over the world.
One important update to mention is that the Matthew Shepard and James Byrd, Jr. Hate Crimes Prevention Act passed in the senate the other day! This act will expand the national hate crime legislation to include crimes motivated by the victim's gender or sexual orientation. Yes! Theatre and politics!
As for the show itself. I don't know if I can really express how much this experience has meant to me. Suffice to say that I am very deeply affected by it. I now have a more pressing understanding of the importance of taking responsibility as a culture for the negative events in our history and the importance of using that history to inform our cultural changes. I believe we can and will make this world a safer, better informed and more loving world for all of us.
If you're near a reading tomorrow night go see Laramie Ten Years Later.
These are some photographs from today's rehearsal.

A Laramie Update

Graduate school seems to be moving at the speed of light. When I'm not in a three hour acting class I am studying movement, or voice, or speech. Perhaps I'm reading a book about acting methodology in Japan, or running to an audition, or rehearsing with another student for class, or performing a playwright's new project, I don't know! It's just a blur, but when I have an hour or two I am working on The Laramie Project: Ten Years Later. An event that I continue to be extremely excited for.
In preparation for our reading here at Ohio University, a lot of really astounding information about the project on a national level has come to our attention. One thing that happened was House Resolution 777. This resolution was introduced in Congress on the 24th and actually honors all those participating in the production of The Laramie Project: Ten Years Later in remembrance of Matthew Shepard. As a participating member in the national project I am ecstatic to be recognized by the government, and I hope that such recognition will continue to spur awareness and legislation concerning hate crimes against all victims including those of alternative sexual lifestyles.
So the preliminary event to the mass nationwide reading of The Laramie Project: Ten Years Later (in which over 150 theaters are now a part of) is the live feed that is coming from New York's Lincoln Center. This webcast will be hosted by Glenn Close and will include Judy Sheppard, Matthew's mother. There will also be a a post-production Question and Answer session moderated by National Public Radio Arts and Culture correspondent Neda Ulabay (information from Playbill.com).
I am so happy to be part of this far-reaching, powerful project. A project that displays how meaningful the Matthew Shepard story still is, as well as art's ability to influence a nation. If you're anywhere near a reading please, please, please go see it. Portlanders, that means you! I know there's one at Oregon State University, and the New Century Players are also presenting a reading at Newmark Theater; Portland Center for the Performing Arts in downtown Portland. So, no excuses!

The Laramie Project: Ten Years Later

Also known as possibly the most important piece of theatre I've ever worked on.
Those of you who know the original Laramie Project (the show created by the Tectonic Theater Project about the reaction to the 1998 murder of Matthew Shepard in Laramie, Wyoming) may be wondering what all this "ten years later" is about. The Laramie Project: Ten Years Later is an epilogue to the original play, and it is so brand new that the copy I have has a big bold warning label saying, Share it with only those people you think indispensable and insist to those people that they not share it with others.
How am I so lucky to have a copy? The first year Masters in Fine Arts graduate students here at Ohio University were asked by our professor and director, Shelley Delaney to participate in one of the 100 first readings of the play that are happening simultaneously around the United States on October 12th (the eleven year anniversary of Matthew's death). We begin rehearsal on Monday.
I cannot fully express to you how excited I am about this work and how much the project means to me. I only hope that it proves to be as meaningful, heartfelt, insightful, and inspirational as its predecessor.
This Youtube video was created by the Tectonic Theater Project as a trailer for their new play. I would definitely recommend watching it to understand more about what this piece is. Click here.

First Week in Actor School

Well, I have survived four whole days of graduate school relatively unscathed. Although my muscles are feeling a little worse for wear after the two three hour movement classes I attended this week. I guess somewhere between the spacial awareness viewpoints and the yoga I worked some spots that usually stay lazy.
My other classes include a voice/speech class where we are currently working on Linklater techniques and freeing our breath through a number of very relaxing breath focused exercises. I have a grad prep class with the entire twenty-five or so new graduate students in the school of theatre (playwrights, actors, directors, lighting designers, costume designers, set designers, technical directors, etc.) where we will be reading and discussing a number of books and essays about theatre in addition to doing projects and having guest lecturers. Then, of course there is acting class. Two classes, three hours each, every week. This is a Meisner school (for all of you non theatre practitioners, Sanford Meisner was an American actor and acting coach who developed his methodology, the Meisner technique, during and following his years in the Group Theatre during the 30's. Other famous acting teachers who came from the Group Theatre include Stella Adler and Lee Strasberg. A fabulous book to help understand the Group Theatre and those who arose from it is The Fervent Years: The Group Theatre & the 30's by Harold Clurman.) So right now my Meisner training is all about repetition execises:
Actor A: I like your blue shirt.
Actor B: You like my blue shirt.
A: I like your blue shirt.
B: You like my blue shirt.
A: I like your blue shirt.
...and so on and so forth constantly attempting to be in the moment having an honest response even though the piece of text you are repeating means virtually nothing and becomes rather irritating after a short while. Fun.
What happened late last night, though, was super cool. Every week all the graduate playwrights are expected to write, cast and produce a short play. They're all put on at Midnight Madness beginning at 11:00pm every Friday night. I was asked to be in Garret Schneider's, and while the whole process was rather slap-dash, it was exhilarating. Sometimes you get three rehearsals, sometimes none. Sometimes you get the script two days in advance and other times, like me last night, you're handed the piece an hour before you take the stage. Midnight Madness is wildly popular, and if you're not participating, there's room for fifty people or so to cram into the studio theatre and watch. I love working with our playwrights. They're a talented and passionate group, and I'm already planning to be a Madness addict, so I'll hopefully be in a short piece every Friday late at night.

Rounding Third

After so many days of blogging about the places I've seen along my road trip, I am finally back to blogging about theatre. Gasp! Professional theatre in Southern Ohio? That can't be! I didn't even have to go to Cincinnati to see it. In fact, I only had to go up to Nelsonville, the town just fifteen minutes up the Highway from Athens. How is this possible? After several years of wanting their own professional company where equity and professional artists can come create, the theatre faculty of Ohio University found themselves with not only many very talented professors, but a few very talented spouses of professors, and after doing some staged readings and workshops, they were finally ready to open their company, the Brick Monkey Theatre Ensemble, with their premiere production of Rounding Third by Richard Dresser. That opening was last night, and you'd better believe I was there.
New beginnings are always so exciting to me. If theatre is dialogue then new beginnings, be it new artist, new concepts, or new companies, are adding voices to conversation. They enrich our understanding and view of the world.
Before I discuss the show, let me just quickly say that I really loved their space. Stuart's Opera House in Nelsonville, Ohio is one of those old pre-ninteen hundreds places where you can still feel the residue of the burlesque girls and the traveling Vaudeville acts. It was magical. Of course, those who know me know that I think any theatre is magical, but trust me, it's a lovely space.
The show they chose, Rounding Third, was the perfect end of summer show. It's the story of two little league coaches with opposing views of guiding children spending their first season together on the field. I found it funny, touching, and above all, cute. Ledger Free and Brian D. Evans who made up the small cast did a great job handling the juxtaposition of the two characters. I really enjoyed watching them.
Congratulations to all involved, especially director, Dennis Lee Delaney. I was a wonderful premiere performance!

Athens, Ohio

Not Athens Greece, but it's still a really great place.
After several days on the road and a few days getting acquainted with the town, I sent Dad off to the airport in Columbus this morning, and I am now free to enjoy graduate school on my own.
Well, not quite on my own. In the incoming class of actors there are eight students. A small number, but it does not include all the directs, playwrights, and designers who will also be joining us. A primary order of business for the eight of us actors was to get to know each other, and we've already gone out together a couple times. They all seem to be really great people and I'm excited about working with them. We have five men and three women (one of which is my housemate, Marissa, who I adore), and we range in age from 22 to 34. My classmate Jon and I are the 22-year-olds, and I keep joking that we're the babies. Jon also recently completed his undergraduate and is from Montreal.
The town, campus and countryside are lovely. Yesterday, Dad and I drove the forty minutes to the West Virginia border and had lunch overlooking the Ohio River, as we had over the Mississippi a few days prior. I included some photos of the river as well as campus and town. There are very endearing old brick roads all over the downtown area which is only a short walk from my house. These roads, along with the old Victorian houses make Athens feel very quaint. The neighbors are so welcoming and gentle here that it all feels a little back in time.
Marissa, a New Yorker of ten years, and I, a recent North Portlander, both commented on our walk home from campus today that although we would simply ignore the sound of sirens at home, here them seem out of place, and make us turn our heads wondering what had happened.
That final photograph I uploaded was meant to illustrate one more point about Athens. It's quite a party town for the young frat boys, and evidence of that culture is everywhere. Luckily, I will be spending so much time in Kanter Hall (the theatre, of course) that I imagine I will miss a lot of the party life. Fine with me!
I'm sending you all my love from Ohio. As my Portland friend, Michael Buchino, informed me, "you can't say 'Ohio' without saying 'hi.'"

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I apologize for not blogging yesterday, but afterall, we weren't on the road. We were in Iowa visiting relatives. Lots of relatives, and after a day of running around with small children, catching locusts and playing volleyball, I was thinking less about blogging and more about crashing. Here are some photographs I could not upload on Aunt Maryjoe's Iowa backwoods computer.
Today, Dad and I were back on the road! We gave Maryjoe a hug goodbye and took off across Iowa. The scenery was lovely, but both of us were happy to be making progress again on the highway. A few hours later we crossed into Illinois right over, get this, the Mississippi River. I had never seen the Mississippi in person before, and having been excited about it for days, I made Dad stop for a picnic lunch on the Illinois side looking it over. I'm a fan of Mark Twain, and looking at the river that Tom Sawyer and his friends swam across to their island and Huckleberry Finn road down on a raft with Jim, the escaped slave, made me feel much closer to the author. The last photo I included in this post is the view we had of the Mississippi over lunch.
We must have been well-rested from the day before because Dad and I breezed quickly through Indiana as well, skirting around the Indianapolis beltway. We had full intentions of just pressing on and reaching Athens, Ohio, our final destination, tonight, a day early. Upon calling my landlord, however, we discovered that he has been painting my floor with a sealant today and that we would die of fume inhalation if we stayed in the house tonight. So we scrapped that idea.
Instead Dad and I are staying in a very nice hotel between Dayton and Columbus, Ohio. We'll only have about two hours to drive tomorrow and then I will finally be at my new home! I'm so excited to begin unpacking and getting myself in gear for my MFA in acting! Of course, it is a little bitter sweet to end such a fun road trip, and I have also really enjoyed blogging my experience. Thank you all for reading. Soon, probably tomorrow, I will write and tell you all about Athens!

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Alright, this is frustrating. I have so many beautiful photos from today, but I am unable to share them with you tonight because I am at my Aunt Maryjoe's farmhouse in Iowa using their painfully slow country computer. We're an hour outside Omaha, Nebraska and the internet just isn't hopping out here. Oh well, I promise I'll post the photos of today at my earliest convenience.
Today our trip across the United States took us all the way through Nebraska, the home of Arbor Day, or so we were informed by the welcome sign crossing the border. Strange that a state with what I, as an Oregonian, would call relatively few trees created a holiday dedicated to celebrating trees.
Well, they may not have pine forests, but they do have thousands of miles of corn fields. Corn, corn, corn, stretching as far as you can see. Often we'd see a big old red barn out in a field, but again, our view of it was obstructed by corn. Sometimes we'd see a break in the crops and a lone dirt road would stretch out with absolutely nothing on it until it either disapeared over a rolling hill or simply faded into the horizon.
Something that I've found fascinating about this area is the overwhelming amount of grasshoppers. When walking along the edge of a field they all jump away just as I put my foot down as though I was splashing water as I stepped. Their hum and buzz is deafening. I've found that if I stand quietly for a few moments I can hear the chirping and whispering of trillions of grasshoppers that inhabit hundreds of miles of field and farm. It is a unique and lovely sound. I am convinced I have never heard anything like it.
Upon stopping at one rest area, Dad and I became very preoccupied with catching and photographing the grasshoppers (I'll have to share the photos with you at a later date). I was fascinated with the different kinds and sizes I could catch. We were, in fact, so interested in our endeavor that I began to wonder how we would explain to our relatives in Iowa that we were delayed because we stopped to take pictures of bugs.
Anyway, now we are at Maryjoe's country house in Iowa, and we're taking a break from driving tomorrow to stay here and visit with a bunch of the relatives on my father's side of the family. My father's family, by the way, grew up in a fairly rural area of Michigan. There were seven children in the household, and I am excited to say that after twenty-two years of life, today after meeting Maryjoe and tomorrow after meeting Uncle John, I will finally have met all six of Dad's siblings.
I think that Iowa is breathtakingly beautiful. So far there are just as many farms and corn crops as in Nebraska, but the landscape is a little more varied as upon reaching Omaha, the terrain became far more hilly than flat. It feels strange to be so centralized in the United States. I feel as though I am the farthest away I could be from any ocean. I am landlocked.
One more happy thing I'll mention before I sign off, Dad and I crossed the Rocky mountains yesterday, if you'll remember. That means lots of different animal species that never got to the west coast. I was taking a walk this evening in a corn field, and began to see several of a specific little creature that is a favorite of mine. Fireflies. Silently lighting up and then quickly fading again as though people were standing among the corn stalks lighting matches and blowing them out over and over again. Wonderful.
I'll post pictures as soon as I can. Goodnight, from middle America.

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Today Dad promised me a shorter drive, and it was shorter, by an hour. Ten and a half hours all the way across Utah and Wyoming. We're staying with friends for the night near the Wyoming border in a lovely little Colorado town called Milliken.
My morning started out great. I went jogging in Wendover, very early (6:00am at the hotel and 5:00am a block away over the Utah/Nevada state line). It was so early, in fact, that the sun was just coming up over the desert. The sky was bright orange and I could see the towering silhouettes of rock formations in the distance. Simply breathtaking. It was only too bad that the artificial lights from the casinos were still flashing like mad.
Not to pass too blatant a judgment, but I-80 Utah is gorgeous. Especially having spent so many hours the previous day driving through Nevada. Gross. I saw the Great Salt Lake this morning for the first time, and I was surprised to see that at this time of year it isn't really much of a lake. There are some pretty wet, marshy areas, but most of the hundred miles we drove over it we just saw big sparkling salt flats, and high mounds of the stuff in places where it was being harvested.
The landscapes today were beautiful. Utah had big red rocks and lovely little towns. As we crossed the Rocky Mountains in Wyoming there were swooping hills, hay bails, and large patches of yellow daisies. It was magical.
Here's a note for the state of Wyoming, though; not enough rest areas on I-80! Dad and I drove for two hours searching for one. We were tired, achy, dehydrated, and above all, hungry. Lunch was very necessary. Luckily when we finally found one, it was clean and beautiful. There was even an antelope to watch while we ate. I added a picture of him, if you look closely you can see him standing out in the sage brush.
We're going through Nebraska tomorrow. Dad promises it will be a shorter day.

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Dad and I left my hometown of Medford, Oregon at 7:30 this morning. Eleven and a half hours and 640 miles later we arrived at our first night's destination, Wendover, Utah.
One of the most exciting parts of the whole day was when we were skirting along the brush, dry landscape of the Oregon/Nevada border and came across a large amount of wild burros. They were lovely, and unmistakable proof that Nevada has wild ass.
The Nevada desert was absolutely beautiful, and virtually desolate. There were several times along the road that I thought to myself, a) no wonder the government hides aliens out here, and b) this would be the saddest place to live on earth. In fact, upon passing by one town, Dad exclaimed, "What's this placed called? Depressedville?" Right then we drove by a sign that said Welcome to Devil's Gate.
After settling into our hotel here in Wendover, I gained two brand new experiences. The first was seeing my first cockroach, which Dad caught and brought to the front desk to inform them of their pest problem. I suppose, as I am only 1/8 of a mile into Utah I can count that as my first wildlife sighting in this state. The second new experience was gambling in a casino. Dad and I walked about a block to get back over the state line into Nevada and went to the Nugget where Dad played about four minutes of craps earning him six dollars, and I played about two minutes at the slot machine promptly loosing one of the six dollars Dad had earned. Needless to say, we were fine with returning to the hotel after that.

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Tomorrow, life as I know it will be over.
I am leaving Oregon! Leaving lovely Rogue Valley where I grew up, and leaving the home state of my beloved city, Portland, where I spent the last four years completing my undergraduate degree and soaking in enormous amounts of great Oregon theatre. Yes, I am leaving all of it behind to get my Masters of Fine Arts in acting at the reputable Ohio University. For the next three years I will live, dare I say it...in the Midwest.
First, though, I have to get there.
My father and I will be spending the next five days squeezed tightly in my little GMC pick-up truck which is currently piled high with all my stuff. Oh boy.
Shopping for road food with Dad today was definitely the most amusing part of the afternoon. He got Doritos, I got Soy Crisps. He got Dr. Pepper, I got Hanson's root beer. He got a box of cookies, I got a bunch of Odwalla bars. He got cheese and crackers, I got hummus and carrots. About the only thing we'll be sharing is fruit. It should be an interesting ride. We did make sure to get a bottle of organic red wine and a cork screw.
He's also made sure to remind me that he wants to stop at every "Welcome To..." sign, and also the "Leaving Oregon" sign. I sat quietly for a while and then told him I could not express my excitement in words.
I'll keep updating the blog. So feel free to tune in! Ohio or bust!

The Bullet Round

I'm back in Portland now, but it's very temporary. I'll only be here nine more days, and then I'll be off on my big grad school road trip. As I will be traveling to theatre school, I feel that it counts as a 'Heather Goes to the Theatre" adventure. So I am planning to blog the details.
Tonight I saw The Bullet Round by The David Mamet School for Boys. No, it's not an actual school for boys. It's a theatre company who is "dedicated to producing work that challenges conventional playwrighting." I strongly suggest checking it out.
The Bullet Round, written by Steven Drukman and directed by Megan Kate Ward, was very engaging. I thought that relationship development among the characters was one of its strongest assets.
It's playing through the 23rd at Theater! Theatre! So if you can, check it out.