Homeless no more. Starting May 1, the downtown Phoenix-area improv community, which has really blossomed over the past few years, will have its own digs. The venue, which will most likely be called The Torch Theatre, is an approximately 1,400-square-foot space located at Central Avenue and Highland. Once they get…
Yes, it’s roomy and picturesque here at Jackalope Ranch, but I think my favorite thing is the ottoman — best reintroduction of a piece of furniture in the past two decades! Remember footstools? Fuck that. And if you want to go back to read any of the older Curtains reviews,…
Yet another thing you might not know about Hale Centre Theatre in Gilbert is that they present a Children’s Theatre series — shows especially for little squirts, with whom, in case you haven’t checked lately, the east Valley is simply overrun. Naturally, because we care, Curtains is thrilled to tip…
When I was 13 years old, I had very long hair and braces. I was skinny and effeminate and favored garish clothing. My brother David, who was forever trying to wean me off the bubblegum music I preferred, took me to see the new movie version of The Who’s rock…
I’m dating myself here (at least somebody is — ba dum bump!) but there used to be this TV show called The Dating Game. I would go on and on about it, but I just accidentally deleted what I’d already written, and it was basically a low-tech precursor of reality…
First, a blurb of super-good news for you audience types: David Barker’s astonishing one-man show, Dodging Bullets, returns as part of the 2010 Phoenix Fringe Festival (where you can catch lots of new stuff during the coming week, by the way) with performances beginning Friday night, April 2, at The…
I hesitate to describe the staging tricks that make Arizona Theatre Company’s production of The Glass Menagerie so magnificent, for fear that detailing the ways in which director Juliette Carrillo has illuminated this graceful old warhorse will diminish its beauty for you when you go to see it. And you…
At least three excellent classic 20th-century plays are presented regularly by high schools, which tends to taint them for anyone who was first exposed to them there: Arsenic and Old Lace, Thornton Wilder’s Our Town (which I wish I could have squeezed into the “Curtains” schedule when Fountain Hills Community…
Wanna know a secret about publicity photos? A show’s final hair and makeup designs often do not appear in them, since they’re taken weeks or months before opening night.While everyone in the above photo looks lovely, and it’s a very good photograph, these actors look even better on stage in…
It’s a pity there aren’t more play scripts like Taylor Doherty’s Indivisible. If there were, one might have the opportunity to watch Steven J. Scally perform in a fine drama more often. Scally, perhaps the single most underrated actor in town, is captivating in Doherty’s excellent and vaguely futuristic commentary…
Each year since 2007, Arizona Women’s Theatre Company has sponsored the Pandora Festival, an open competition for unpublished scripts by Arizona’s female playwrights. (Full disclosure: I served as a reading judge for the 2010 competition and will be paid a small stipend for my services.) Julie Amparano’s A Mother’s Will…
La Llorona is the Mexican bogeywoman, the ghost of a mother who killed her children and cries and wails in the night, especially near bodies of water. She’s a mean, crazy bitch who might just come for you if you don’t behave yourself — or is she? That’s just part…
Theater queens are no doubt rejoicing that [title of show] is playing now at the Herberger. Others, though they may see and enjoy Jeff Bowen and Hunter Bell’s charming homage to musical theater, might — even as they’re laughing and tapping their feet — be puzzled by the endless references…
Have you ever been shopping and seen a cunningly-styled, uniquely flattering, bargain-priced evening coat and been a little bummed because it’s such a lovely, accessible object of obvious quality, but who really needs an evening coat, like, ever? This is the predicament of Kennedy, a rather enjoyable and beautifully presented…
News flash: The Play About the Naked Guy has been, ahem, extended. The production now runs through Saturday, March 6.Oh, democracy, democracy, is there anything you can’t do? In the plot of David Bell’s The Play About the Naked Guy, only two of the three remaining diehard members of The…
A door slams. A man in a black unitard angrily stalks onto a bare stage, carrying a bar stool. He sets the stool down, then spends the next several minutes moving the stool from place to place and doing the sort of limbering and breathing exercises an actor might do…
I haven’t decided what the deal is with interactive murder mystery dinner theater, or whether I like it in general. It’s possible you’ll get to see me work that whole issue out, right in this virtual space, one of these days. But in the meantime, I had a swell time at…
UPDATE: Just got a note that tonight — Friday, February 12 — tickets are a recession-busting $10, but to get the deal you must call or text 602-214-4344 for more information. Franc Gaxiola’s Th [sic] Sense troupe’s sketch comedy seemed like a good fit for this column — it’s written…
I found that if I squinted, I could pretend I was watching a master acting class led by thespian Debra K. Stevens, and not a failed production of David Lindsay-Abaire’s Fuddy Meers. It was easy to keep this little fantasy going because Stevens — who’s playing the lead in Nearly…
Our need to tear down our idols didn’t start with reality stars, athletes, or even politicians. Eat a little forbidden fruit and you’re kicked out of the garden for good. And even if you’re honest and sweet, it turns out, someone will be glad to slander you for a price…
Some significant changes have taken place at our Valley’s “official” community theaters — the ones that tend to bear the name of the city or community they call home, have been around a couple of decades or more, that have some loyal subscribers and feel a duty to present relatively wholesome entertainments with…
Those of us who get our kicks collecting recordings of people who can’t sing (my current fave: Telly Savalas’ 1975 vinyl opus Who Loves Ya, Baby?) already knew about Florence Foster Jenkins, a tone deaf old songbird beloved by fans of the absurd. And those of us who’ve seen Stephen…
