Christopher Walken's Brechtian Tap Dance in "Pennies from Heaven"

So here's what we'll talk about: How does Christopher Walken "alienate" the striptease in classic Brechtian manner?

Molly Smith interviews Edward Albee during "An Evening with Edward Albee"

An interview conducted during Arena Stage's season-long celebration of the works of Edward Albee--two days before his 84th birthday.

The Great Balancing Act -- Edward Albee's "A Delicate Balance"

Here's another scene showing Edward Albee's mastery of the surrealism of ordinary dinning-room conversation. From a film version of Albee's A Delicate Balance, featuring truly great actors: Katharine Hepburn, Paul Scofield, Lee Remick.

Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? - final fight

"George and Martha -- sad, sad . . ."

Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?- making conversation

Another amazing scene from the film. The subtitles are distracting (unless you speak Portuguese or whatever that is) but this seems to be the best version available on YouTube.

Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? - arriving home

The 1966 film version of Edward Albee's play Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, directed by Mike Nichols, is deservedly famous--but it's not really an ideal version of the play. For that, you should see the current Steppenwolf production at Arena Stage. But it does show Elizabeth Taylor in an extraordinary performance, even if she's not exactly right for the role. Everyone should see this movie.

Samuel Beckett - Rockaby (Part 1)

Here is an excerpt from Beckett's Rockaby, to give a little sense of what the Kennedy Center program might be like.

Beckett at the Kennedy Center - directed by Peter Brook

The Kennedy Center offers a very unusual opportunity this month to see selected short plays by Samuel Beckett directed by Peter Brook, one of the most admired and influential living theater artists. (You will see excerpts from his film Marat/Sade in class in a couple of weeks.)

As you can tell from Godot, Beckett's method was minimalism. He kept cutting down the essentials of theatrical presentation until all that was left was a single figure on the stage. And then he kept on reducing after that. So this show is only for those who have a lot of patience, the ability to pay very close attention to small gestures, and a fascination for the most experimental forms of theater.  For those who do, it's an extraordinary event.

C.I.C.T./Théâtre des Bouffes du Nord, Paris
production of
Fragments
By Samuel Beckett
Directed by Peter Brook and Marie-Hélène Estienne

Revered director Peter Brook, returning to the Kennedy Center for the first time since 1973, brings together five short works by playwright Samuel Beckett for his theater collection, Fragments. Brook's pared-down style is the perfect complement to Beckett's lean examinations of the absurdity of life. The works, Rough for Theatre I, Rockaby, Act Without Words II, Neither, and Come and Go, combine "cruelty, laughter, and unexpected tenderness" (The Daily Telegraph). "They give us Beckett distilled. And in the hands of Brook…the sharp observation of human conduct is lovingly delivered" (The Financial Times).

Apr 14 - 17, 2011

• Eisenhower Theater
• 1 hour
• $25.00 - $85.00

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"Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" at Arena Stage

A scene from the production of Edward Albee's Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, currently at Arena Stage.

"Red Herring" at Washington Stage Guild

A very positive review for this light comedy from The Washington Post:

Brit Herring, left, Jeff Baker and Michael Avolio put on their shades for the Washington Stage Guild's production of "Red Herring."

By Nelson Pressley

Special to The Washington Post
Tuesday, March 8, 2011; 5:55 PM

Silly spy games are the focus - or are they? - of Michael Hollinger's comedy, "Red Herring," which sends up McCarthy-era Soviet paranoia while getting gumshoe on its plot. That means it's a hard-boiled crime story, too, plus a romance - a happy mash-up performed with sass (and on the cheap) by the Washington Stage Guild.

Don't go to the cozy Undercroft Theatre expecting razzle-dazzle. Jonathan Rushbrook's 10-cent set is its own joke of minimal plywood props briskly rearranged as Hollinger's terse scenes shift from Boston to Wisconsin to the South Pacific (for nuclear tests). The slinky music on the sound design is a little too tinny to generate a real good noir effect, but then again, ersatz is a better fit for this monkey business.
The actors in Steven Carpenter's production are wise to Hollinger's style, and that's what really makes the show work. Led by Marni Penning's wry turn as a tough lady detective with a soft heart and a Barbara Stanwyck shell, the cast fairly skips through the heavy undergrowth of story. Penning plays Maggie Pelletier, who just might marry handsome G-man Frank Keller (Brit Herring), except as soon as he pops the question, a body floats up in Boston Harbor. Naturally, Maggie's on the job.
Meantime in Wisconsin, Joe McCarthy's daughter Lynn (a perky Bligh Voth) is falling for a young Army guy named James (cheery Michael Avolio), who's idealistically passing secrets to the Soviets. This leads to more subterfuge and mistaken identities as James gets Lynn to make a connection for him in Boston, where a lusty landlady and her Soviet paramour skulk into the picture.
Repartee sometimes seems like a lost art in the theater, so the snappy dialogue and wisecracks rate as real pleasures. Hollinger scrapes bottom a couple of times trying to keep the hijinks percolating, most notably with shtick that has the Soviet guy pantomiming like a bad charades player once the landlady nervously blurts to investigators that he's mute. Mostly, though, the patter hums along. As the law enforcement types, Penning and Herring pitch woo in the same gruff tones they use on the job, and cute couple Voth and Avolio, as Lynn and James, winsomely improvise a rhyme of "Commie" and "mommy" to cover up their clandestine conversations.
Lynn Steinmetz offers frothy turns both as Mrs. McCarthy and as the nefarious Beantown landlady, and Jeff Baker, playing four roles (everyone except Penning doubles up), has an especially nice long scene as the Russian, bantering sluggishly over drinks with an unwitting Maggie the cop. Toss in some appealing early-1950s gray suits and poodle skirts by costume designers Jenny Bernson and Adalia Vera Tonneyck, and you have an attractive, amusing throwback spoof.

Red Herring by Michael Hollinger. Directed by Steven Carpenter. Lighting, Marianne Meadows; sounds, Steven Carpenter. About two hours and 15 minutes. Through March 27 at the Undercroft Theatre, Mount Vernon Place United Methodist Church, 900 Massachusetts Ave. NW. Call 240-582-0050 or visit www.stageguild.org.

Peter Marks reviews 'Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?' at Arena Stage

The rapture of utter depletion is what you feel these days at Arena Stage, courtesy of the toxic swamp otherwise known as "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" Happily exhausted - the kind of post-workout fatigue that sends endorphins coursing through your system - is how you leave the theater after the marathon session with the brutal partnership of Tracy Letts and Amy Morton, playing George and Martha, antagonists joined in unholy matrimony.
The war between George and Martha has rarely seemed such a fair fight as it does in this sterling production, which comes to Arena's Kreeger Theater from Chicago's Steppenwolf Theatre under Pam MacKinnon's secure direction. The eternally stewing Letts and brashly assertive Morton prove to be exceedingly well matched. Together they project all the bile, resilience and love - yes, love - that is needed to fully equip these warriors for the vituperative, symbiotic quagmire in which George and Martha forever wallow.
"Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" launches Arena's two-month-long festival of Edward Albee's work, and naturally, a vigorous "Virginia Woolf" - Albee's best-known play - gets things off to a delectable start. Arena has embarked on a serious effort to weave into its programming intriguing work from other companies around the city and the nation; Steppenwolf, birthplace of so much first-rate theater, was a smart place to look.
Its meticulously plotted-out "Virginia Woolf" paves a delightfully scathing path into Albee's world of figurative daggers and demons; the play just may be the sharpest-witted ever purged from the psyche of an American writer. The devastating impact here is magnified by the actors playing the evening's victims, the characters targeted by George and Martha in their vicious game of "get the guests." As Nick and Honey, the young academic couple drawn into George and Martha's manipulative death-grip, Madison Dirks and Carrie Coon both firmly hold their own.
Coon may be a level above; her Honey feels definitive, an ideal embodiment of this wallflower who bumps into marriage with a handsome go-getter via a hysterical pregnancy. As she lapses into a brandy-fueled stupor on a night of bottomless cocktails, Coon's Honey sinks deeper into cluelessness and distress. The actress is effortlessly convincing. The blurrier she becomes, the clearer we see that she and Nick are trapped in a union far less honest than their hosts'.
Alcohol, by contrast, seems to sharpen the instincts of this George and Martha; no matter how many bottles they drain, Letts and Morton never appear to get even a tiny bit tipsy. As a stimulant, it seems, nothing can top vengeance.
Nick and Honey appear late one night at the doorstep of George and Martha, who are, respectively, a history professor of no more than middling achievement and the daughter of the university's domineering president. Their marriage is beyond tempestuous; it's a salted wound of disappointment and resentment. On this particular night of drinking - you get the sense it's one in an ongoing series - the recrimination that ensues seems to redefine the standard for disastrous social events.
Or maybe, it's the best darn party they've ever thrown. George and Martha wind themselves up in round after round of poisonous one-upmanship (are they just addicted to pain?) and then, smelling the fear on their guests, they turn their artillery on Nick and Honey until the unwitting couple is cruelly exposed to the sham of their own situation.
Told in three acts, the play is long, but it's the opposite of a long sit. The hilarious assault of Albee's quicksilver barbs makes sure of that.
"Virginia Woolf" becomes a problem only if the actors think it's a shouting match. Elizabeth Taylor was misguidedly given an Oscar for turning Martha into a scenery-chewing harridan in the film version. Morton, dynamite in the Broadway transfer of Steppenwolf's "August: Osage County" - written by none other than Letts - never commits that error.
Her lithe, carnivorous Martha may say monstrous things, but she's more wounded bird of prey than monster, a complicated woman conscious of her own great hungers and flaws. If George is guilty of any crime, she confides at one point, it's being devoted: He's made "the insulting mistake of loving me," she says, "and must be punished for it." That perverse logic makes sense in Morton's well-constructed portrayal, which rewardingly reveals that Martha seems to retain just as powerful a need for him.
Evidence of the embers of old feelings still smoldering is reflected in Letts's hypersensitive George, who prowls the stage with clenched jaw and worried glances over his shoulder, ready for the next blow; it's a messy marriage, but not a dead one, and this George has real power over it. Letts delivers Albee's priceless ripostes with a crispness that conveys both an actor's strength and a writer's appreciation for the brilliance of a script. "In my mind, Martha, you are buried in cement, right up to your neck," Letts's George says. "No - right up to your nose. That's much quieter." (It seems no accident that in "August's" scalding exchanges one sometimes hears echoes of Albee.)
Set designer Todd Rosenthal conjures George and Martha's home as the sort of substantial manse with carved-wood trimming that you find in any old-line New England college town; amusingly, he has stacked books everywhere, even in the non-working fireplace. And Nan Cibula-Jenkins's costumes, from George's stuffy cardigan to Honey's dowdy green ensemble, convey the style choices in a cerebral environment that's mostly immune to fashion. (Only the exhibitionist Martha wears clothes for their effect.)
The production's energy does flag from time to time, but these lulls are fleeting and only occur when Letts or Morton is absent from the stage. At every moment of onstage contact between them, this "Virginia Woolf" generates friction in megawatts.
Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf? by Edward Albee. Directed by Pam MacKinnon. Lighting, Allen Lee Hughes; sound, Rob Milburn and Michael Bodeen; fight choreographer, Nick Sandys. About 3 hours 10 minutes. Through April 10 at Arena Stage, 1101 Sixth St. SW. Visit www.arenastage.org or call 202-488-3300.

Now at Rorschach Theater

 Antonya Huntenberg found a mention of this interesting play, offering $15 student tickets. Rorschach is an interesting, experimental local theater company.

VOICES UNDERWATER

By Abi Basch
Directed by Jenny McConnell Frederick
Performing at
The National Conservatory for the Dramatic Arts
1556 Wisconsin Avenue, Georgetown
(Wisconsin and Volta - entrance on Volta)
Opens March 7, 2011
Pay-What-You-Can Previews on March 5 and 6
(Full schedule and ticket prices below)
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"A poetic, time-and-space bending exploration of race and desire, set in the attic of an abandoned plantation house during a night of never-ending rain."
– American Theater Magazine
A storm rages outside. Emma and Franklin take refuge in the attic of an Alabama plantation house. As they explore the attic they are haunted by the spirits of a dark past – the daughter of a 1920’s Klu Klux Klan leader and a wounded civil-war soldier. As time and space spin around them, the rain continues, the waters rise and the house begins to leak its secrets. VOICES UNDERWATER is an exquisite exploration of the ghosts that lurk just beneath the surface.
FEATURING Ricardo Frederick Evans, Julie Garner, Kari Ginsburg and Clementine Thomas
DESIGNED BY Company Member David C. Ghatan (Set Designer) with Lynly Saunders (Costume Designer), Andrew Griffin (Lighting Designer), Nicole Martin (Sound Designer) and Lauren Cucarola (Props Designer)
STAGE MANAGED BY Sharon King (Stage Manager) and Joseph Jones (Asst. Stage Manager) PRODUCED BY Jenny McConnell Frederick and Randy Baker with Catherine Tripp (Associate Producer)

FULL SCHEDULE AND TICKET PRICES:

PAY-WHAT-YOU-CAN PREVIEWS
on Saturday, March 5 and Sunday, March 6 at 8pm
There are no reservations for Pay-What-You-Can previews. Tickets go on sale one hour prior to the show
RUN CONTINUES UNTIL APRIL 3
With performances on
Thursdays, Fridays an Saturays at 8pm
and on Sunday, March 26 and Sunday, April 3 at 3pm.
TICKET PRICES:
$25 full price suggested donation
$15 student/senior/group suggested donation

Edward Albee Festival starts at Arena Stage

By Peter Marks

Washington Post Staff Writer
March 4, 2011

A debate rages over whether it's useful to experience the life's work of playwright Edward Albee simply by having actors read aloud his scripts. On one side are organizers of Arena Stage's Edward Albee Festival, who say the 26 staged readings of virtually every Albee play produced since the late '50s - from works such as "The American Dream" to "The Goat, or Who is Sylvia?" - constitute a rare opportunity to float at length in the dazzling metaphorical universe of one of America's greatest living dramatists.
On the other side is Albee himself. "I'm not so sure about how this whole reading thing will work. I mistrust readings," grumbles the writer, who turns 83 Saturday. He worries that his prose - intended for more vibrant platforms - will end up competing with the sound of snores. "Some of them will be okay. Some of them will work better than others," he adds, resignedly. "I try to, but I can't control the world."
People who know him say that the skeptical tone is vintage Albee, a man who, no matter how elliptical his characters can seem, is enamored of straight talk. Fierceness is another trademark of the indelibly undiplomatic personages he has created over the span of six decades: Think of venomous Martha in "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" or the restive Jerry, fulminating over his love-hate relationship with a neighbor's dog in "The Zoo Story." Albee's reservoirs of passion and playfulness, his sense of daring and mischief, will churn and swell over the next several weeks in the corridors and performance spaces of Arena Stage, as the ambitious festival pores over his work. (Albee says he's unaware of any previous undertaking of the entire canon of this range.)
Included are two full productions: one by Chicago's Steppenwolf Theatre Company of "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?" and Arena's own staging of "At Home at the Zoo," a pairing of 1959's "The Zoo Story" with a prequel to it that he wrote a couple of years ago. These, Albee says, are the entries that for him are the most worthwhile.
That is not to say, however, that the sparer stagings will not generate spikes of imaginative energy. The parade of readings begins Monday with Albee's 1981 adaptation of Vladimir Nabokov's "Lolita" and then hopscotches back and forth, in no particular order, through full-length masterpieces such as "A Delicate Balance" and shorter works that reveal Albee's embrace of the absurd, such as "The Sandbox.

As is the case with "Lolita," directed by Round House Theatre's Blake Robison, the readings of many of the plays are being guided by other theater companies in town that are coming to Southwest Washington at Arena's invitation. The readings conclude April 24, with a recital of Albee's 1966 "Malcolm," overseen by director Michael Dove of Forum Theatre Company.

David Dower, Arena's associate artistic director and the guiding force behind the festival, says the all-inclusiveness evolved in conversations with the playwright. "He was so touched at the notion of seeing them all that we knew we were doing the right thing," Dower says, adding that the point of hearing Albee's work is an immersion in the rhetorical craftsmanship of a theater poet and technician.
"Listening to him talk about his plays, and he was so linguistically precise about them, it reminded me how precise his characters are," Dower continues. "From a reading standpoint, it's the linguistic construct of these worlds."
Albee is doubtless well known, especially as a result of the 1966 movie version of "Virginia Woolf" with Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton that's more fondly remembered than it deserves to be; a much more rewarding touchstone was the play's 2005 Broadway revival with Bill Irwin and Kathleen Turner that eventually visited the Kennedy Center. But because he has so steadfastly remained a man of the theater, his is not a crossover sort of fame. Although he's won three Pulitzer Prizes - for "A Delicate Balance," "Seascape" and "Three Tall Women" - his renown is largely confined to a few famous titles.
More to the point, he's not for dabblers. His plays provoke and puzzle and require your complete engagement, for an Albee play can verge on opaque. The scaldingly funny George and Martha of "Virginia Woolf" are less emblematic of his output than, say, the miniature house that lights up ominously in the 1966 "Tiny Alice," the marvelously peculiar story of the seduction of a lay Catholic brother by a wealthy matriarch. So, in a sense, a playgoer signs up with Albee for a long-term relationship, not a one-night stand. Because so few prominent dramatists these days devote themselves exclusively to the stage, Albee's commitment to his audience feels almost quaint.
He's revered in the theater for his ceaseless experimentation, of a type often grounded in a comprehension that there are questions, mysteries and fears we all share. When, for instance, in "A Delicate Balance," the best friends of Agnes and Tobias show up at their house, saying they were stricken with a generalized terror in their own home and now want to move in, Albee weaves a predicament both discomfiting and hilarious. Who hasn't been nagged by the sensation you no longer belong or felt the need to be protected from the world?
"He's the master who you look at your own work in light of," explains Amy Freed, a playwright ("The Beard of Avon") who is in residency at Arena and will direct Albee's "The Man Who Had Three Arms" on March 13. "I don't pretend to understand all of his work, but I've had the experience of feeling rearranged by it. Just the amount of provocation that he creates: the half-tones and undertones and resonances. So he's daunting, like his work is sometimes daunting, but there's nobody braver."
The intellectual affection for Albee's style is such that students, especially, forge powerful connections when they are introduced to his plays. "He's probably my favorite American playwright," says Maya E. Roth, director of Georgetown University's Theater and Performance Studies Program, who is directing "A Delicate Balance" on April 11 and 12. She says that she teaches him often and that in learning about him in tandem with that other modernist master, Samuel Beckett, students are intrigued about the bridge between minimalism and "a world they recognize. It makes them reflect."
Albee in his eighth decade remains a vigilant guardian of how he is perceived and how his plays are performed. (He still teaches playwriting and drama courses each spring at the University of Houston, where he is at the moment.) In November, he came to Arena from New York to meet with the directors of the proposed readings. "Edward being Edward," Dower says, "when we all sat down at the table, he counted around and said, 'Well, this isn't everyone. Where are the rest?' "
The dramatist's goal was to preempt any tendency the festival might have to calcify into a symposium. He told the directors he wanted the pieces to stay fresh. "I said, 'The one thing I don't want you to do is rehearse these staged readings to death,' " he says by phone from Houston. " 'What I want you to do is get some really good actors, maybe run through the plays once or twice, give them their heads, and let's have some spontaneity here.' "
Paul Tetreault, the producing artistic director of Ford's Theatre, says he recognizes in Albee's involvement in the Arena event the dramatist he became close to over several years at the Alley Theatre, the Houston company for which Tetreault worked and which regularly produced Albee's plays. One time, after reviewing Alley's production history, Tetreault remarked to Albee on how popular he had been with the company.
"I said, 'Edward, I've gone through all the years of records, and you are the second most produced playwright for us, after Shakespeare.' And he said, 'We should fix that. I really should be the first.' "

The full schedule for upcoming staged readings of Albee's plays can be found here. Synopses may help you decide if you're interested in a particular play. I especially recommend The Goat, The American Dream, Tiny Alice, The Sandbox, The Play About the Baby, and Three Tall Women.

Waiting for Godot - Beckett on Film 1/13

Waiting for Godot can be found on YouTube in 13 parts. This is the first.
This production, directed by Michael Lindsay-Hogg for the Beckett on Film series, features Irish actors and is undoubtedly a very authentic realization of the play. But it is a film, after all, and makes choices about editing that inevitably pull focus from some aspects of the play while highlighting others. It is true that you don't really get Godot until you've seen a really good production--but equally true that you don't really get it till you've analyzed the text for yourself.

March theater in Washington

By Stephanie Merry Friday, March 4, 2011 The Washington Post


With Arena Stage's celebration of playwright Edward Albee, the Kennedy Center's spotlight on India and Atlas's heaping buffet of music, theater and dance, you'd think D.C. had reached its festival quota. Yet this month promises a deep dive into the work of Irish playwright Enda Walsh and a blowout for Tennessee Williams's 100th birthday, not to mention some promising productions that stand alone.
Washington Stage Guild, always dependable for witty and thought-provoking productions, takes on Michael Hollinger's Cold War-era farce "Red Herring." The company has found success with the playwright's works, including the well-received "An Empty Plate in the Cafe du Grand Boeuf" in 2006. This offering follows three couples (one of which includes Joseph McCarthy's daughter) dealing with Russian spies, murder and nuclear arms. Through March 27. Mount Vernon Place United Methodist Church, 900 Massachusetts Ave. NW. 240-582-0050. www.stageguild.org. $40-$50. Pay-what-you-can Friday.
You might describe Molotov Theatre Group as gutsy. Literally. Shows from the local masters of gory Grand Guignol theater have involved bloody splash zones, lost limbs, even the removal of tongues. But now the Fringe Festival favorites have outdone themselves with the English-language premiere of the Brazilian "Morgue Story," which culminates in a cutthroat fight scene - performed in the nude. Through April 2. Playbill Cafe's black box theater, 1409 14th St. NW. www.molotovtheatre.org. $20.
To celebrate the 10th anniversary of its hit play "The Chosen," Theater J heads south for a guest performance at Arena Stage. Aaron Posner adapted and directs this rendition of Chaim Potok's story about two boys growing up in Brooklyn, starring Rick Foucheux ("The Odd Couple") and Edward Gero (from Signature Theatre's "Sweeney Todd"). Tuesday through March 27. Arena Stage, 1101 Sixth St. SW. www.arenastage.org. 202-488-3300. $30-$60. Pay-what-you-can Tuesday.
Director Keith Baxter is no stranger to Shakespeare Theatre Company or Oscar Wilde, having directed "Lady Windermere's Fan" at the Lansburgh Theatre in 2005. Baxter returns with "An Ideal Husband," Wilde's charming play about a well-respected politician whose past threatens his promising future. Imagine that in this town. Tuesday through April 10. Sidney Harman Hall, 610 F St. NW. 202-547-1122. www.shakespearetheatre.org. $20-$98.
Hot on the heels of its production of "The Cripple of Inishmaan" at the Kennedy Center, Ireland's Druid Theatre stages Enda Walsh's critically lauded play "Penelope." This fresh take on Odysseus's more patient half is part of Studio Theatre's festival celebrating the works of the Dublin-born playwright. March 15 through April 3. Studio Theatre, 1501 14th St. NW. 202-332-3300. www.studiotheatre.org. $44-$65.
The world premiere of "And the Curtain Rises," part of Signature Theatre's American Musical Voices Project supporting the creation of musicals, is a fictional - and farcical - retelling of the staging of America's first musical. March 17 through April 10. Signature Theatre, 4200 Campbell Ave., Arlington. 703-820-9771. www.signature-theatre.org. $54-$86.
Monologist Mike Daisey isn't big on bells and whistles. Usually seated at a wooden table in a black shirt, Daisey manages to enthrall his audience with words alone. After taking on the financial crisis ("The Last Cargo Cult") and the Department of Homeland Security ("If You See Something Say Something"), Daisey returns to Woolly Mammoth Theatre to turn his perceptive eye and clever wit on the ever-expanding Apple empire in "The Agony and Ecstasy of Steve Jobs." March 21 to April 10. Woolly Mammoth Theatre, 641 D St. NW. 202-393-3939. www.woollymammoth.net. $45-$65. Pay-what-you-can Monday and Tuesday.
You may not get to hear an alarming "Stella!," but Georgetown University's Tennessee Williams Centennial Festival promises a weekend full of activities, including performances of "The Glass Menagerie," a concert inspired by "A Streetcar Named Desire" and a visit from John Waters, who will stage his one-man show "This Filthy World" before discussing his admiration for Williams's work. March 24-27. Georgetown University, at the Davis Performing Arts Center. performingarts.georgetown.edu. Prices vary.
After taking on "A Midsummer Night's Dream" and "Othello," among other Shakespearean classics, Synetic Theater gives the tragedy "King Lear" the group's singular movement-focused treatment. March 24 through April 24. Lansburgh Theatre, 450 Seventh St. NW. 202-547-1122. www.synetictheater.org. $30-$55.