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When Stephen Sondheim and John Weidman’s Assassins first opened in 1990, the show focused on the relationship between America’s gun culture and the need to be seen. Looking at presidential assassins and would-be assassins, we see desperate people finding all kinds of excuses to rationalize their actions.

Today, mass shooters don’t care about being seen, and obviously neither do the masked thugs of ICE. But Assassins still speaks to us in different ways, as is evident in the production now at Oakland Theatre Project through April 5th.

As Oakland Theatre Project’s Executive Artistic Director Michael Socrates Moran says , Assassins was always a work of experimental theatre, so why not experiment further and turn a show, which usually features eight actors, into a one-person tour de force, signifying modern day loneliness and desperation.

He notes that we’ve all become separated from the community experience, constantly checking our phones, watching films at home, shopping without going to a shop. Those solo experiences breed the same disconnection that gave rise to these would be and actual assassins.

In addition, there’s a line in the show, about returning America to what it was, which resonates deeply with Trump’s entire movement, as if MAGA itself is now a single-focused assassin.

In this production, that all rests on the shoulders of Adam Kuve Niemann, who plays all the assassins and all the minor characters. He sings the choral songs and the duets, switching back and forth, and he’s phenomenal.

The operative mood of the country as performed here though, isn’t loneliness, it’s anger, an anger that explodes in the songs, emphasizing the atonality of the music, which matches the madness and despair of the characters. It is the seething and explosive anger of today’s America, and it turns Assassins into something very contemporary.

Where this Assassins is less successful is during the scenes between the songs. Some work well enough, others, with overlapping dialogue, stop the show dead in its tracks, as do the long pauses that give the actor time to breathe and regroup. But when Assassins does work, which is most of the time, the results are revelatory and why ultimately, this Assassins is unforgettable.

Assassins plays at Flax Art and Design through April 5th. For more information you can go to oaklandtheatreproject.org. I’m Richard Wolinsky on Bay Area Theatre for KPFA.

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Great plays stay relevant, no matter the time or setting, or even subject matter. It could be a castle in Denmark in medieval times, a diner in Pittsburgh’s Hill District in the 1960s, a cramped Chicago apartment in the 1950s, a shabby dacha in Tsarist Russia, or even Central Park during the AIDS crisis.

Or it could be 1947, Just after World War II, in the backyard of a house in an Ohio town, as is the case with “All My Sons” by Arthur Miller, the classic play that gave the playwright his first success in the theatre, and is now seen in a brilliant and unforgettable production at Berkeley Rep through March 22nd.

Joe Keller is the successful owner of an appliance company, having made his money on government contracts during the war years, it’s the American dream come true. Joe’s wife Kate refuses to believe their son Larry died three years ago after being reporting missing in action. Their other son Chris came back from the war changed, along with a sense of ethics that is heartening and sometimes terrifying. Into their lives and the lives of their neighbors returns their former neighbor Annie Deever, who had been Larry’s girlfriend but now has changed her focus to Chris, who wants to marry her.

All My Sons touches on so many relevant issues today. The horror of war, the immorality of capitalism, government pressure on business, and the emptiness of the American dream. The play delves into father-son relationships, the nature of grief, the personal effect of war, of ambition, and most emphatically  the places where ethics and love run up against each other as if enemies.

Though the plot’s outlines are based on a real news story, the play’s stance toward capitalism and corruption brought Miller to the attention of HUAC. Corruption and Republican politics have a long and sordid history.

Leading the cast are Jimmy Smits and his real life partner Wanda de Jesus as Joe and Kate, their chemistry visible and dynamic in every scene they’re together, two top performers at the peak of their powers. One can single out every other actor in the cast as well and It’s a dream ensemble.

Director David MendizAbal has styled this as the story of a Puerto Rican family, leading to a cast largely consisting of people of color. Puerto Ricans were a visible group in Ohio at the time, also seeking the American Dream. It adds a new wrinkle, and it works.

This memorable production of All My Sons only runs through March 22nd.  It is must-see theatre. For more information you can go to berkeleyrep.org. I’m Richard Wolinsky on Bay Area theatre for KPFA.

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In real life, we hate being scared, but in a theatre or on TV, there’s nothing quite like it.  The slow burn of suspense, the shock of horror. Ghosts, demons, and the old cliché, things that go bump in the night.

On television and film, there’s Amityville, The Exorcist, Stranger Things, a long list of Stephen King adaptations, and they date back to the earliest days of the silents.  And CGI makes everything real.

It’s a bit different live on a stage. We suspend our disbelief, but we’re in a community with the actors, we’re seeing effects live as they happen, all with the question, How exactly did they do THAT?

Which is a question asked multiple times in the entertaining if often incoherent and vapid play, Paranormal Activity, now at ACT’s Toni Rembe Theatre through March 22nd.

The curtain rises on a two-tiered set. Downstairs, the kitchen, dining and living room areas, with a staircase that takes us to a bedroom on one side, a bathroom on the other, and a third door to an unseen room.

We’re in England, near London perhaps, A young couple, Louise and James, have recently moved overseas from Chicago.  He has a tight relationship with his mother, with whom his closeness is revealed in the opening moments via a phone call. Mom is religious, he’s now an atheist. Lou seems okay, now that she’s on anti-depressants. She does believe in ghosts, though and we will shortly find out why.

Horror has a long history in theatre, the modern era peaking with The Cat and the Canary in 1927 and Dracula shortly after. Then there’s the old days, Hamlet’s ghost,  and MacBeth’s three witches. More recently, we have Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, and Conor McPherson’s Shining City.

Paranormal Activity exploits all that, switching gears from laughter to horror, from sudden shocks to dawning awareness, augmented by a sound design that soothes, relaxes and suddenly startles. There’s also the chemistry between the very good Cher Alvarez and Travis A. Knight as the young couple, we fear for them, and us.

If one isn’t drawn into the couple’s issues, the slow build can become too slow, and the shocks too infrequent.. But should you buy into it, and can handle the sound and lighting, not to mention the story’s senselessness or massive plot holes. Paranormal Activity is a fun night in the theatre, certainly more fun than the real horrors going on in Washington, Gaza, and elsewhere.

Paranormal Activity plays at ACT’s Toni Rembe Theatre through March 22nd. For more information you can go to act-sf.org. I’m Richard Wolinsky on Bay Area Theatre for KPFA.

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M. Butterfly

Back in 1964, a French Diplomat in China became infatuated with a singer from the Beijing Opera. When they met, the singer, now wearing men’s clothing, said she was a woman presenting as a man. They embarked on an affair that began in China and ended several years later in Paris, where it turned out the diplomat was passing secret information to his lover. He later said he never knew that the singer was really a man.

That story caught the public’s eye, and not long afterward, first time playwright David Henry Hwang used that story to create a play,which launched the career of B.D. Wong and later became a film with Jeremy Irons.

And now a production of M. Butterfly is at San Francisco Playhouse through March 14th. Of course, times change. When first produced on Broadway in 1988, gender roles outside of the gay community were rigid, and the East was still somehow viewed as exotic in the United States.

But change was already happening. Ten years earlier, Edward Said had redefined the term “orientalism” to describe, now quoting from Google, a Western system of representation that depicts the “East as static, exotic, and inferior to justify Western imperialism and domination.”

On top of that, gender fluidity hit the zeitgeist. While David Henry Hwang did update the play in 2017, it turns out there was no need, as we see and hear in the original 1988 version.

The show opens. We are in a prison cell where Rene, a former French diplomat, is serving out a sentence of treason. Mocked and reviled, he tries to explain exactly what happened and why, and how his uncontrollable obsession with the opera singer Song led to his ruin. The prison is real, and metaphorical. Rene is trapped in his fantasy and in his understandings, most of which are wrong and foolhardy.

Unfolding as a subtext is an examination of gender roles, of myths about the east, and of sexuality in general, as well as of the lies we tell ourselves, the lies we tell others, and the strictures society and governments put on all of us.

The production’s secret weapon are its two leads. Dean Lillard as Rene and Edric Young as Song are both brilliant, with a palpable connection, and repulsion. They are assisted by a superb cast in other roles, and mention must also be made of the gorgeous set design, lighting and costumes. This M. Butterfly is a sumptuous feast of theatre, for both the eyes, the intellect and the emotion.

M Butterfly plays at San Francisco Playhouse through March 14th. For more information you can go to sfplayhouse.org. I’m Richard Wolinsky on Bay Area theatre for KPFA.

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Towards the end of the twentieth century, as the corporate world eyed the record-breaking receipts of shows like Cats and Les Miz, it became clear that if you could turn any IP, intellectual property, into a musical, a new stream of profits would come a-calling.

Its also true that producers have always been searching for properties that might sing, and often it’s a labor of love.

So is “The Notebook: The Musical”, now in a national tour at the Orpheum theatre through March 1st  a labor of love, or just another brand name for Broadway’s corporate class to exploit for profit?

Based on the weepy best-seller by Nicholas Sparks and the 2004 film with Ryan Gosling and Gena Rowlands, among others, The Notebook on Broadway presented theatregoers with a free box of tissues at each performance. The show received mixed reviews and closed after nine months, in December, 2024, before embarking on this tour, hoping to make back its investment.

Noah Calhoun, an older man, is in a nursing home visiting his wife, Allie, whose memory has been ripped out of her by Alzneimers. The only way to get her to remember is by reading his notebook diary of their life together. She had promised him, at the time of her diagnosis, that if he does that, she’ll come back to him.

So we embark on their love story, as two couples play Noah and Allie at seventeen and again at twenty seven, while old Noah reads to old Allie.

But back to the weepie business. Much of  the show is saccharine and manipulative, particularly in the flashbacks focusing on parental meddling and class distinctions. And if Allie only focused on the songs, she’d never get her memory back.

But there is much more going on here, and inside The Notebook: The Musical is a much better show than the producers were able to promote. It’s a show about loss, loss of memory, loss of mobility, loss of health.

In that sense, the creators have focused on musical theatre as metaphor, with body movement and dance and snippets of dialogue and song representing the swirl going on in Allie’s mind as she attempts to find meaning inside the chaos.

Along that path, the strongest elements are the performances of Beau Gravitte and Sharon Catherine Brown, who shine in their scenes, and take the show into places other musicals haven’t attempted, and why ultimately, The Notebook works far better than it should.

The Notebook: The Musical plays at San Francisco’s Orpheum Theatre through March 1st. For more information you can go to broadwaysf.com, which takes you to an agttickets site. I’m Richard Wolinsky on Bay Area Theatre for KPFA.

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In late 2008, it felt as if we’d entered a new world. The Republicans were out of office, people of color were being appointed to key positions in business and government, and a black man had just been elected president.

Martin Luther King’s dream seemingly had come true. Stories of his infidelities had come to light two decades earlier, and he’d been shown to have, as they say, feet of clay. He was no longer a god, but he was a hero. And Obama’s election had proven it.

And in June 2009, The Mountaintop, a play by Katori Hall, about the last evening in the life of Martin Luther King, premiered in a small theatre in London, later moving to the West End, and coming to Broadway two years later. Now, under a very different national circumstance, The Mountaintop can be seen in an Oakland Theatre Project production, which runs through February 15th, this coming weekend.

We are in Dr. King’s room at the Lorraine Hotel in Memphis, just after his sermon, I’ve Been to the Mountaintop. Rain pounds the windows, lightning flashes, lights go on and off. He’s sent his assistant out looking for cigarettes and he’s waiting impatiently. He calls room service for coffee. A maid quickly appears. They chat, flirt, and then things take a surprising turn.

In this staging, King’s motel room is also his tomb. We are not quite in the real world. But Dr. King, as performed brilliantly by William Thomas Hodgson, feels definitely real, as does Sam Jackson as Camae, the maid. Also real is the intimacy of the theatre, especially during the play’s various moments of crisis, when the audience feels like part of the production.

The times are very different now than back in 2009. As the co-director of the production Michael Socrates Moran writes in the program, today It may very well be that the fate of our democracy hinges on the capacity of citizens to engage in non-violent resistance against armed federal paramilitary troops.

He goes on to say that, Dr. King’s worldview stands as a bastion for radical humanization not only in the face of fascism, but also in the face of a status quo that privileges peace over justice, equality and freedom.

In 2026, Dr. King’s mountaintop feels even further away than it did nearly sixty years ago, and what felt triumphant then takes on an irony nobody could have expected. But the play’s focus on King’s humanity and the humanity of his message still remains, as does the power of theater in this formidable production

For more information, you can go to oaklandtheatreproject.org. I’m Richard Wolinsky on Bay Area Theatre for KPFA.

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​​​​​For centuries, serfs had no power in Russia. They weren’t quite slaves, but they also were not free. It was a feudal society, run by a powerful nobility ruled by an all-powerful Tsar. Due to societal and economic advances, that all changed in 1861 when Alexander the second freed the serfs.

Even though their economic status shifted, and a new middle class was born, the old nobility carried on as before, eventually finding themselves in poverty.

The great playwright Anton Chekhov wrote about these newly impoverished aristocrats, first in Uncle Vanya, and then later in his final play, The Cherry Orchard, which runs in a new production at Marin Theatre through February 22nd.

The spendthrift Madame Lyubov has returned to her country estate with her two daughters, having bankrupted the family while in Paris. The estate itself is now up for auction, and the only way to save it is to sell the land to make way for a vacation home development. That means destroying the fabled cherry orchard, once a key element of the family’s inheritance.

The production uses a 1993 translation by Paul Schmidt, which underlines the parallels to today’s world, of which there are several, while maintaining a style that makes clear this is a translation. The characters never use contractions, such as won’t, can’t or weren’t. This combination of the modern and the archaic creates a distance, which is translated by director Carey Perloff into a heightened form of acting, most successful in the comic segments and less so in the pathos. At times the production almost feels like a musical, say, A Little Night Music, with Lyubov substituting for Desiree Armfeldt.

Carey Perloff has assembled a who’s who cast of Bay Area actors. Liz Sklar leads the cast as Madame Lyubov, ever the diva, and Anthony Fusco matches her as her brother Gayev, both showing the befuddlement befitting two souls who can’t wrap their heads around their predicament. Then there’s the comic brilliance of Danny Scheie as the neighbor Pishchik and Jomar Tagatac as the family clerk. Rounding out the Bay Area names are Leontyne Mbele-Mbong as the circus born governess and Marin Theatre artistic director Lance Gardner as Lopatkin, the serf turned businessman..

In an age when the theatrical canon is often reviled, and a time when the plays of Checkov, Ibsen and Shaw are often confined to high school, college, and community stages, creating a professional production can be a great risk. But at Marin Theatre, it’s a risk well worth taking.

The Cherry Orchard by Anton Chekhov, directed by Carey Perloff, plays at Marin Theatre through February 22. More more information, you can go to marintheatre.org. I’m Richard Wolinsky on Bay Area Theatre for KPFA.

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You’re just a kid. You’re Black .Your teachers think you’re stupid, a hopeless fat boy. At home, your mom tossed out your junkie dad. Mom herself is ice cold, and when you’re sixteen, Mom throws you out on the street. You’re homeless, destitute, and you love Shakespeare.

That’s the start of the world premiere one person play, How Shakespeare Saved My Life, written and performed by Jacob Ming-Trent, now at Berkeley Rep’s Peets Theatre through March 1st.

The play is billed as semi-autobiographical, and it’s unclear what the relationship is between Jacob the character and Jacob the playwright performer. The real Jacob, for example, was already on stage at age eleven, and was admitted to acting school in New York at the age of seventeen, before developing a career in Hollywood. It shouldn’t matter, but in retrospect, it does.

The story, at least, feels real, and Jacob Ming-Trent has the acting chops to make it so, to grab an audience and to keep them.

When the play works, it works wonders. The basic idea is that Shakespeare himself was an urban artist, in his own lifetime no different than Tupac or Biggie or the Wu-Tang Clan. Famous lines from the plays are easily incorporated into the dialogue, and each takes on new meaning and resonance. The Elizabethan poet meets the street.

Jacob Ming-Trent has an innate ability to create empathy, an empathy that expands via the brilliant immersive staging of director Tony Taccone. When the lights, the sound, the acting and the script all work in tandem, the result can be stunning, as witness the character Jacob’s discovery of James Baldwin, or his scenes with his dad. The theater shakes, the images flashed behind the actor never stop.

But not everything does work. Phone dialogues with God through an old fashioned telephone fall flat, as does a sequence in a jail cell with an individual of uncertain gender. Some Shakespearean monologues go on too long, and the play itself does not stick the landing, leaving the audience wondering how the play’s Jacob became the stage’s Jacob. Audience participation, so successful earlier, now dissipates in a final, unearned test.

But as a world premiere, some of these issues can be corrected going forward and there is enough here, and Jacob Ming-Trent is talented enough, to find solutions to these and other problematic elements. How Shakespeare Saved My Life is a work in progress, but even so, it’s a diamond in the rough.

How Shakespeare Saved My Life plays at Berkeley Rep’s Peets Theatre through March 1st. For more information you can go to berkeleyrep.org. I’m Richard Wolinsky on Bay Area Theatre for KPFA.

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​​​​​The greatest of plays often allow for multiple interpretations. We see that all the time in Shakespeare. We see it in Arthur Miller, in the musicals of Rodgers and Hammerstein, even in August Wilson. And of course we see it in Tennessee Williams.

Most interpretations of Williams’ second play, A Streetcar Named Desire, are inhibited by the famous movie, which catapulted Marlon Brando to fame. It’s hard to see Blanche Dubois beyond Vivien Leigh’s faded Southern belle, and it’s even harder to see the crude Stanley Kowalski past Brando’s scream of “Stella!”

But those interpretations, however close to Williams’ wishes, obscure the play’s lyricism and more to the point, his greatest creation, Blanche Dubois.

This production by The Streetcar Project, now at ACT’s Toni Rembe Theatre through February 1st, which has played in a variety of site-specific spaces, changes the paradigms, first by removing all props and sets, and second by discardmg the characters’ accents, particularly that of Blanche Dubois, played by project co-creator, Lucy Owen. In addition, the full text has been restored.

In this production, the stage area is fully open, bounded on three sides by two rows of audience members on folding chairs. Characters wander on and off stage, their voices carry but their bodies are sometimes hard to find.. it can feel like a reading, a radio play, but not always, and not in Act Two.

What this shows now is that Streetcar is clearly Blanche’s play. Whether with her sister, Stella, beautifully embodied by Heather Lind – their sisterhood is palpable, or with Mitch, Stanley’s friend who falls for Blanche, played by James Russell as a product of his era, or with the brutal Stanley, performed by Brad Koed, who never quite escapes Brando.

Without the accent, without the affectations, Lucy Owen’s Blanche is revealed as brilliant, incisive, misunderstood and wronged. Her lies are no longer signs of weakness; they’re not delusional; they’re necessary for her survival, and the survival of her pride. It’s a fascinating interpretation, which Williams’ poetic dialogue om;y amplifies. She’s caught in the trap of her times, and it’s brought her down low.

While much is gained here, something is also lost. Concessions to time and place come from the sound system and from costumes, but much of the action becomes incomprehensible without visible cues and with only the four actors. The giant stage, the cavernous theatre weaken the passion between Stella and Stanley. Chemistry vanishes when characters seem a football field apart. Would such a strong Blanche break so thoroughly at the end of the play?

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KPFA Theatre Critic Richard Wolinsky reviews “Sunday in the Park with George” at Shotgun Players Ashby Stage extended through January 31, 2026.

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The late great composer lyricist Stephen Sondheim tackled a variety of subjects in his work, from an examination of relationships in Company to obsession in Passion, to gun culture in Assassins But two shows seem a bit more autobiographical, Merrily We Roll Along, which incorporates elements of his own life, and Sunday in the Park with George, which examines the role of the artist, both as creator and promoter.

Because of the large cast and the giant canvas of the show itself, pun intended, Stephen Sondheim and James Lapine’s Sunday in the Park is usually presented in large venues. Now Shotgun Players has taken on the Pulitzer Prize winning musical in the moreintimate confines of the Ashby Stage in Berkeley, running through January 31st, 2026.

Musically, lyrically, in most ways, Sunday in the Park is sui generis. Act One focuses in on the creation by Geroge Seurat of his room sized masterpiece, A Sunday Afternoon on the Island of La Grande Jatte, while Act Two takes place a century later as another George, his great-grandson attempts to get funding for his own art exhibit. Critics, money, getting it right, painting the perfect hat.

The songs themselves serve as musical counterparts to the pointillist art George Seurat is creating on stage.

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As with all Sondheim musicals, lyrical precision takes as much precedence as singing voice and acting. This particular show also requires harmonies that blend together into something gorgeous and almost unearthly. Here, the Shotgun production succeeds beautifully. It also succeeds with Kevin Singer in the lead role, who fully embodies both Georges with an almost innate sense of what the creators had intended. He is complemented by Mara Sotelo, whose voice enhances Sondheim’s most exquisite music.

The intimacy is a different matter. A relatively small space is made smaller by putting audience members on both sides of the set, and when the entire cast is performing at once, it all feels cluttered and chaotic, actors seemingly tripping over one another. The duets, with the stage now empty, feel static.

But the glorious music, the brilliant lyrics, the harmonies, the actors in the leading roles, and of course, \the play’s focus on art and artists, make this Sunday in the Park with George well worth visiting.

Sunday in the Park with George plays at Shotgun Players Ashby Stage through January 31, 2026. For more information, you can go to shotgunplayers.org. I’m Richard Wolinsky on Bay Area theatre for KPFA

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