Brad Armacost

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Life’s full of ghosts and their sad stories; some tales are otherworldly, others are awash with regret. “The Weir” captures a good sample of the supernatural, including stories that are frightening because they are all too real.

Irish bar man Brendan (Brad Smith) hosts country bachelors Jack (Brad Armacost) and Jimmy (Jeff Christian) for their daily pints o’ Guinness. When their small-town sharpie mate Finbar (Kevin Theis) brings newcomer Valerie (Sarah Wellington) around to see the sights, the four curry her favor by telling local spook stories, only to be seriously spooked in return.

The ensemble is on top of a tough script filled with demanding monologues. The actors goose the humor with nice, natural touches; Christian’s awkward pauses and over-long eye contact are genius. But the jewel of the evening is Armacost; his mundane  tale of love and life squandered is heartbreaking; his pain is very much of this realm. (Lisa Buscani)

Seanachai Theatre Company, 4626 North Knox, (866)811-4111, through October 3.

Madeline Long, Pat King, Danielle O'Farrell, John Taflan and Tom McGrath/Photo by John W. Sisson, Jr.

“Frankenstein” was such an extraordinary work for its time—indeed, though a Gothic novel, it is often considered to have virtually created the genre of science fiction—that there has been considerable skepticism over the years about how an unknown, unpublished 19-year-old girl could have come up with such a bizarre, twisted and forward-looking story all on her own.

Mary Shelley herself would stick to the explanation that the tale had come to her in a single nightmare, but the scenario that prompted her to actually take pen to paper can be directly traced to an unusual literary “contest” of sorts that took place on the night of June 16, 1816, where a group of writers and their friends that had gathered at a Swiss villa—including Lord Byron, Percy Bysshe Shelley, Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin (soon after to marry Shelley), Claire Clairmont and Byron’s physician, John William Polidori—were read stories aloud by Byron, after which Byron proposed that each member of the group try to write a ghost story. Read the rest of this entry »

Kimberly Logan/Photo: Johnny Knight

With “The Last Daughter of Oedipus,” Babes with Blades blithely contradict this well-known undergraduate theater-history fact: violence in Greek tragedy occurs offstage. Functioning as a sort of epilogue to Sophocles’ “Oedipus” trilogy, Jennifer L. Mickelson’s new play finds every excuse it can for sword-swinging and ass-kicking clamor. Ismene, sole survivor of the house of Oedipus, learns in a dream visitation from her dead mother and sister that the tragedies that befell her family were due to an old curse. With her loyal servant Zeva, Ismene sets out to discover the origin of the curse and restore honor to her family name. Any shortcomings in the script might be forgiven, were it not for the failings in the area of the company’s bread and butter—stage combat. Very often, fight scenes that come out of left field lack dramatic tension, and too many sequences resemble battle-royale-style rumbles, the stage packed with players yet with none of them warranting focus. I’ll admit to being taken aback by the play’s harrowing, revelatory final scene, but the path to that point is an often confusing and tedious one. (Neal Ryan Shaw)

Babes with Blades at the Lincoln Square Theatre, 4754 North Leavitt, (773)904-0391, through September 25.

Photo: Micilin O'Donaghue

The Anatomy Collective, an experimental performance group, is emerging from the underground to bring its current endeavor, “Unintended Structures,” to Chicago’s first Fringe Festival, which kicks off on September 1 for a five-day run (www.chicagofringe.org).

“We’ve been pretty underground for a long time, performing in warehouses, small galleries, hidden spaces,” Stephanie Acosta, Anatomy Collective’s co-founder says. “We thought, what happens if we bring ourselves up to the surface?” The Fringe Fest “seemed like the right avenue.”

The festival is not a juried event; rather each performer or company is put through a controlled lottery. “It’s sort of a wonderfully democratic way of choosing things,” Acosta says. “Particularly for the first Fringe, I liked the potential for madness.” Read the rest of this entry »

Andrew Carter and Terry Hamilton/Photo: Lara Goetsch

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These days he’s called Sir David Frost, which seems a smidge lofty for someone better known three decades earlier as a louche British media personality and man-about-town. There was the bouffy hair, the sly wit. But no one took him seriously. Not really.

Frost had a short-lived talk show that ran in the U.S. from 1969-1972, and when the plug was ultimately pulled, he took it personally—a banishment from the American limelight he was desperate to regain—and it is no wonder he saw his 1977 television interview with Richard Nixon as a way back in. And to some extent it was.

But what American today under the age of forty knows his name—or knows his name for anything other than his Nixon interviews? It’s no slight, I think, to ask the question, and it’s probably fair to say Frost is all too happy to let the Nixon interviews stand as his defining career moment. Read the rest of this entry »

Angelica Keenan/Photo: Austin D. Oie

In its latest ardent call to activism, Quest takes mask work, dance, show tunes and puppetry, and combines it with the democracy of a drum circle with mixed results. The show’s muddled narrative modifies the Pandora tale; the Greek Nosy Parker doesn’t let the world’s evils out of the box; she simply notices life’s everyday evils. How does she solve them? Social change! Wind power! Drum circles!

This is broad-strokes theater, but the politics are naïve to the point of inaccuracy and the transitional dialogue is ham-handed. A bad audio mix drowned out the voices of the sixteen-member ensemble in the show’s opener. There are a few bright spots: Aimee Bass’ patient instruction enabled the most rhythmically challenged audience members to engage in basic drumming and Jason Bowen has the superior singing chops to support his narrator/mentor (villain?) role. The show’s issues are important; they deserve a more coherent examination. (Lisa Buscani)

Quest Theatre Ensemble, 1609 West Gregory, (312)458-0895. Through September 19.

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Eighty percent of suicides are men, according to Scott, the president of Legacy Letters, a consulting company devoted to helping would-be suicides craft the perfect note—and Scott is after this demographic ruthlessly, trying to sell them the platinum suicide note package and keep them from changing their minds in the would-be-satire of Suicide, Incorporated. Scott is paranoid that his new writer Jason is a mole from a suicide-prevention agency, but he’s only half-right; Jason has in fact joined the company to save at least one client, stemming from guilt over his own brother’s graphic suicide. Enter Norm, a client whom Jason could save if he doesn’t over-identify with him, and Tommy, Jason’s dead brother, who appears as a series of flashbacks. Andrew Hinderaker’s play is lucidly and often dazzlingly written, with a strong and subtle ear for dialogue between desperate men, but “Suicide Incorporated” floats uneasily in the space between the dark satire of the first half of the play and the meditative but often tired drama of the second, never dwelling comfortably in either. Read the rest of this entry »

Natalie Ford and Cooper David Grodin/Photo: Rich Foreman

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“Carousel” was Richard Rodgers personal favorite of all the musicals he wrote, either with lyricist Lorenz Hart or with Oscar Hammerstein II. Together, Rodgers & Hammerstein created a new kind of musical drama with 1943’s “Oklahoma!” where every song advanced the story line and every dance was done in character. The line between music and drama was so magnificently blurred that you never knew when dialogue might turn into song, or when action would turn into dance. “Carousel” followed two years later, developing even deeper characters and containing more music than “Oklahoma!” The R & H “You’ll Never Walk Alone” ending was certainly more optimistic and uplifting than Ferenc Molnár’s “Liliom,” upon which the show is based (Molnár was said to not only have approved, but to have loved it), but much of the play’s bleakness remained intact. Certainly the central character of Billy Bigelow was as earthy and tough as ever, even if he did have his more gentle moments. Indeed, there has been a trend in recent revivals and productions of “Carousel” to have things be so bleak, so dark, and so non-musical in presentation that you often thought you were watching “Liliom” interrupted by background music. Thankfully, Light Opera Works is reminding us why “Carousel” was chosen by Time magazine as the best musical of the twentieth century: the music. Read the rest of this entry »

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Patti LuPone initially came to prominence originating the completely sung role of Eva Peron on Broadway in “Evita,” for which she won a Tony Award. Her career took a tumble however, when after originating the role of Norma Desmond in “Sunset Boulevard” on London’s West End, composer Andrew Lloyd Webber abruptly replaced her with Glenn Close for the Broadway run, deeming LuPone’s acting too superficial.

LuPone’s career has since had an unusual renaissance courtesy of the Ravinia Festival, where she has been singing roles of Stephen Sondheim—a composer that she came to late in her career—in various shows there for the past decade. Two of these went on to have Broadway runs: “Sweeney Todd” and later “Gypsy,” which won LuPone her second Tony as Mama Rose, and was briefly reprised in a stellar rendition of “Everything’s Coming Up Roses” at Ravinia’s recent Sondheim gala. Read the rest of this entry »

Members of 2nd Story (John Wilson, Kim Morris, and Doug Whippo)

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Lifeline Theatre and Live Bait Theater offer a smorgasbord of storytelling experiences by presenting the fourteenth-annual Fillet of Solo Festival. Fans of the solo performance medium should have no problem finding something to enjoy at the festival, which performs at a variety of locations in Chicago over the next few weeks.

Last weekend’s offerings included performances by three members of 2nd Story recited stories that, though otherwise disconnected, were told in an interwoven fashion that echoed one another in parts. Following 2nd Story, the storytelling collective Sweat Girls delivered five monologues, under the title “The Sweat Girls are A-Gaga!,” that touched on late motherhood, first-time home-buying and seeing your child off to college, among other topics.

If these performances were any indication, the Fillet of Solo Festival shouldn’t disappoint. The festival has programmed such a wide variety of performers, the only caveat is that even a little research into who is playing on a given night will go a long way. (Neal Ryan Shaw)

The Fillet of Solo Festival (Lifeline Theatre and Live Bait Theater) at Lifeline Theatre, 6912 North Glenwood and The Artistic Home, 3914 North Clark, (773)761-4477. Through August 21.