The fog comes in on little cat feet in "Wink," playwright Jen Silverman's absurd dark comedy now making a promising world premiere at the Marin Theater Company.
Prominent stage, movie, and television actor. Dramatist. Novelist. Lyricist. Composer. Singer. Cabaret star. Theatre and film director. Celebrated raconteur. Insightful diarist. Noel Coward (1899-1973) was all those things.
The Fresh Meat Festival is an annual San Francisco performance celebration of transgender talent in diverse areas, from musical and vocal acts to dance performances, performance arts, theater pieces, and beyond.
Berkeley Repertory's opening night of comic and playwright John Leguizamo's 'Kiss My Aztec' brought out local luminaries like Rita Moreno, director Tony Taccone, and of course the cast members and musicians in the show.
You'd need an awfully thick skin to resist being tickled by the production of "Rhinoceros," Eugene Ionesco's 1959 classic now at the American Conservatory Theater.
Puck yeah! Relishing his role as Fairyland's mischief chief and occasional cur, Robin Goodfellow, aka Puck (Robyn Kerr) — already the doubling is dizzying! — delights in his assignment to confuse and befuddle.
"Kings," Sarah Burgess' engagingly unsavory behind-the-scenes D.C. drama now being staged by Berkeley's Shotgun Players, is a sort of Capitol Hill "Jurassic Park."
There's an all-too-familiar glimmer of today's San Francisco in "American Psycho," the musical adaptation of Bret Easton Ellis' black comic 1991 novel about a white-collar murderer, now making its West Coast debut.
In his latest collection of essays and performance pieces, Tim Miller demonstrates a well-honed sense of humor, a passion for queer history, and the kind of melodrama only a true performance artist can exude.
