I’m reminded to look around and appreciate the magic of the theater.

Spoilers puts it mildly: She dies. He dies. They die.

Is she playing with dolls or is she controlling her own narrative?

An otherworldly trip into primal vitality

A far cry from Sesame Street and Lamb Chop

Recreates the breezy cynicism of a 1920s speakeasy

THERE is not a place on Earth’s map. It is not a poem recital, nor is it a play.

An enjoyably immersive experience unlike any other

IRC widens the scope of what absurdism means in our absurd world

Sketches of the late night cabaret

A bizarro fusion of indolence, violence, nudity, sex, and dance

The Monti Cerabino and Emily Betts produce a damn clever piece of theater

Stephanie Blythe as Blythely Oratonio performing at LATE NIGHT SNACKS

A brilliant production by Half Straddle based on an FBI transcription

Shadowy figures lurk on the dark towpath under the Green Lane Bridge. That would be us.

Visually arresting and aurally haunting, THERE makes rarefied language solid and visceral

Two worthwhile new works of exploration by Alice Hakvaag and Michael Stahler.

A ghost tour through a cemetery with vignettes of ghosts’ backstories

Operation: Wawa Road Trip combines physical theater with theater magic to create a hilarious journey for hoagies.

It’s Fringe, but not as we know it