Backbone: this show has plenty of it

Backbone made me really, really happy in my body. Another way of saying that is that, for about the first ten minutes of the show, I was moaning and gasping and—let’s face it—talking as if I was having sex with the entire company of ten acrobats and two musicians....

Sex With Strangers: not as much fun as it sounds

Sex With Strangers is boring. (Now there’s a sentence I never thought I’d write.) In Laura Eason’s drama, 39-year-old Olivia is holed up in a writers’ retreat/B & B in Michigan when 28-year-old Ethan bursts out of the snow and through the door. Olivia is a...

The Ones We Leave Behind: Leave this one behind

This script landed on the stage before it was ready. It’s in terrible shape. In The Ones We Leave Behind, playwright Loretta Seto explores abandonment and belonging. On one of her first cases as a public trustee, Abby has to find anybody who might be related to...

Sweat: don’t sweat it

It takes too long for the plot to hit the fan. Playwright Lynn Nottage has set Sweat in a working-class bar in Reading, Pennsylvania. A local steel-manufacturing plant defines the lives of everybody associated with the place. The central trio of women—Cynthia, Tracey,...

The Wolves: they shoot, they score, they stupefy

This is a guest review by David Johnston * It begins by throwing the audience to the wolves. We are thrust unceremoniously into a gaggle of chattering teenage girls in identical soccer jerseys. They’re stretching for a match, but that’s only discernable...