Mini Reviews

Opening

DIAMOND DEAD -- (By Landless Theatre Company at the District of Columbia Arts Center through Oct. 30)

Zombie rock musical, anyone? A sexy young Goth named Aria DeWinter (Rachel Anne Warren) once loved a rock band called Diamond Dead, and it broke her heart when she accidentally killed the whole group, including Dead frontman Dr. Diabolicus (Andrew Lloyd Baughman). To make amends she's struck a deal with Death and is bringing the band back for another run at stardom. They're still dead, of course, but who says zombies can't rock? This actual B-movie project is shrouded somewhere in the dead zone of preproduction. For those who can't wait for the film, Landless has put together a spunky little production. It comes across like the eager nephew of "The Rocky Horror Picture Show," flaunting its tacky habits and urging the audience to join in. Director Shirley Serotsky's show veers between overwound and woozy; it's a roughed-in piece of trash, with semi-polished trash probably being the goal. The supporting acting and musicianship are about what you'd expect in a no-budget camp/grunge exercise, but Baughman, who did the stage adaptation and musical direction, and Warren, who designed the set and costumes, are both nicely laid-back and watchable.

-- Nelson Pressley

THE MATCHMAKER -- (At Ford's Theatre through Oct. 24)

The best thing that ever happened to this play was Jerry Herman. Herman added a jaunty score to the Thornton Wilder's story of Dolly Levi's relentless pursuit of Horace Vandergelder, thereby transforming it into "Hello, Dolly!" Ford's Theatre's energetic new leader, Paul Tetreault, tries to defend the honor of Herman's source material, but Wilder's play is high-end hokum, reveling in a nostalgia for a bygone era, with heaping tablespoons of sugar. The comedy is rooted in unrelenting preciousness; only with the arrival in the final scene of the perfectly cast Lola Pashalinski as a clueless dowager do the proceedings loosen up in a way that feels vaguely contemporary. Otherwise, though, "The Matchmaker" is resistible, and no matter how pretty the design, it's undressed now without Herman's music.

-- Peter Marks

ON GOLDEN POND -- (At Kennedy Center's Eisenhower Theater through Oct. 17)

At 73, James Earl Jones still ignites on a stage like something doused in kerosene. You can't take your eyes off him. However, the story is wan: Jones's Norman Thayer Jr. and Ethel (Leslie Uggams), a pair of retirees, come to a Maine lake each summer and now, in their dotage, there's talk of the end of such summers. With the arrival after a long absence of their daughter Chelsea (Linda Powell), who brings in tow boyfriend Bill (Peter Francis James) and his son Billy (Alexander Mitchell), the lake is restored to its rightful role as metaphor for the cycle of life -- the good life that Norman and Ethel have shared. The only good reason to revive Ernest Thompson's lethargic comedy is if the cast can imbue the play with a significance it doesn't possess on its own. Powell, James and Mitchell fit the bill nicely, and Uggams has pulled off quite a feat, whipping up a believable Ethel after Jones's original co-star was forced to withdraw from the production last month with an injury. Uggams gives a gracious performance; she's an unfussy straight woman for Jones, who is unleashed on the play like a fading holy terror. With his virile study of a lion at sunset, the actor is proving a potent force to reckon with.

-- P.M.

TABLETOP -- (At Round House Theatre through Oct. 31)

Rob Ackerman's acutely observed play is about an advertising-world martinet and the studio in which he plies his profoundly petty trade. A comedy about advertising almost by definition has to concern itself with the absurd magnification of very insignificant matters, and "Tabletop," trenchantly brought to life by director Jane Beard, is no exception. The actors here have been extremely well cast, and Beard deploys them expertly. Commercial director Marcus (Jerry Whiddon) is on a tight deadline to film a 30-second spot for a new frozen fruit drink, and his bedside manner is slightly less genteel than that of Stanley Kowalski. He's a bully and a screamer, berating the underlings. The dynamic here is familiar to anyone who has ever worked for someone with the lungs, but not the courage, for real leadership. The more things go wrong with the shoot, the sillier the endeavor becomes. With its locker-room ambiance and tech-world vocabulary, the play is very smart about the way men converse at work, about why shop talk is such a comfortable masculine language. The comedy has to do with the loss of proportion, how much the studio denizens make of their pathetic task. This is the narrow lens, Ackerman seems to be saying, through which these skilled workers are forced to live their lives.

-- P.M.

Continuing

THE ELEPHANT MAN -- (By Catalyst Theater Company at Capitol Hill Arts Workshop though Oct. 16)

More than 25 years after it was written, "The Elephant Man" continues to leave a large footprint in the repertory. It's not that Bernard Pomerance wrote an enduringly insightful, reliably wrenching drama when he took on the true story of the disfigured John Merrick, yet another 19th-century soul exploited as a freak. The hardiness of the play is because it is impeccably built. Pomerance's writing is full of the kind of buffed logic and flawlessly crafted epigrams that sound plummy in the mouths of skilled actors. Scott Fortier's inventiveness and discipline in playing Merrick are impressive, and Fortier aptly balances the body's agony with tenderness of spirit. Most of the supporting acting feels a little green, but the superb Valerie Leonard is on hand to deliver charming, nuanced work as Mrs. Kendal, the actress who takes a shine to Merrick.

-- N.P.

HOST AND GUEST -- (By Synetic Theater at Rosslyn Spectrum through Oct. 16)

This production, fluidly staged by Synetic Theater artistic director Paata Tsikurishvili and his choreographer wife, Irina, bestows a balletic eloquence on a bloody, age-old theme: the unending cycle of violence brought on by religious intolerance. Aided by Roland Reed's economical text, Vato Kakhidze's wrenching score and Georgi Alexi-Meskhishvili's cunningly primitive set design, the play is a superlative example of Synetic's daring and artistry. While on a deer hunt, Muslim peasant Joqola (Paata Tsikurishvili), befriends a hunter (Kavsadze) in need of shelter for the night, offering him a bed in his house. When the neighbors in his mountain village learn of Joqola's act of kindness, they are enraged: The hunter is a Christian and even worse, a man implicated in the murder of, among others, Joqola's brother. With lethal score-settling as familiar as this morning's front page, Synetic's depictions of ancient bloodletting can feel far too relevant for comfort.

-- P.M.

A LESSON BEFORE DYING -- (By African Continuum Theatre Company at H Street Playhouse through Sunday)

Just because a story is familiar doesn't mean it can be glossed over. This stage adaptation by Romulus Linney from Ernest J. Gaines's novel tells an inherently powerful story of the impending execution of a wrongly convicted young black man in 1948 Louisiana. Yet its thinly drawn characters and over-simplified plot prevent that power from being more than sporadically felt. It's a few weeks before teenage Jefferson (G. Alverez Reid) is going to be sent to the electric chair. His elderly godmother, Miss Emma (JoAnn M. Williams), entreats a family friend, Grant Wiggins (Jefferson A. Russell), to counsel Jefferson before his execution and attempt to restore his pride so he can "die like a man." Reid is a standout among the cast in Linney's juiciest role. The supporting characters, however, rarely move beyond their one-note agendas. ACTCo's production excels in creating a mournful atmosphere. For instance, when not involved in a scene, Williams and Johnson provide musical accompaniment, singing psalms and spirituals in gorgeously plaintive voices. These touches show that although the play's message of meeting oppression with dignity may be unassailable, it's the details that make it worth telling.

-- Tricia Olzewski

LIVING OUT -- (At Round House Theatre through Sunday)

You've heard this story before, the one about the employer and the domestic, struggling to make sense of their own stressful worlds while groping for an understanding of each other's? Playwright Lisa Loomer takes her turn with the topic in her new guilty-yuppie play. It would be difficult to imagine this overly familiar material being served more capably than in Wendy C. Goldberg's vibrant staging, or for there to be actresses better suited to the central roles than Joselin Reyes and Holly Twyford. With its strong supporting actors, the cast is without a weak link. Goldberg conducts her ensemble with what feels like old-fashioned boulevard comedy know-how; the punch lines land effortlessly.

-- P.M.

MACBETH -- (At the Shakespeare Theatre through Oct. 24)

The Thane waffles, the Lady schemes, the King dies, the blood spills. The component parts all appear to be shipshape in Michael Kahn's handsome new staging of "Macbeth." Yet even as the ever-efficient Shakespeare Theatre sets the machinery of tragedy in motion, all the gauges indicate a vital element in short supply: electricity. This being Kahn's handiwork, the production is always smooth and lucid. There are inspired choices, and it's all easy on the eyes, but this production is also confoundingly easy on the nerves. You wonder, as the Macbeths and their henchmen cut a gory swath through the Scottish nobility, when this reign will start to feel like terror. The production is on a sort of seesaw, perched between a few interludes of insight and others that feel run-of-the-mill.

-- P.M.

M. BUTTERFLY -- (At Arena Stage through Oct. 17)

J. Hiroyuki Liao's enticing Song Liling, the enigmatic tempter/temptress who ensnares a gullible French diplomat in love and espionage, is reason enough to embrace this production, staged with theatrical dash by Tazewell Thompson. But he is far from the only reason. As the credulous embassy official, narrating the astonishing tale (based on a true story) of his longtime affair with a Chinese man he believed to be a woman, Stephen Bogardus conjures with a compelling grace his character's contradictions. The director, too, wraps David Henry Hwang's Tony-winning tragicomedy in a stylish package. The supporting cast is just as effective. In short, this is Arena energized and fully in its element, making the most of a play whose topicality has, if anything, intensified over the years.

-- P.M.

PICTURESQUE -- (By Big Apple Circus at Dulles Town Center through Monday)

The beguiling new production by Big Apple Circus serves up the standard big-top attractions -- acrobats, clowns, jugglers, performing critters -- with a generous helping of aesthetic allusion, employing cleverly designed sets and costumes to link the acts with the work of painters and sculptors. The artistic references are in no case essential to the performances, but the painterly and sculptural motifs lend an extra touch of glamour, and a playfulness in the delivery eliminates all but the merest hint of pretentiousness. A little pomposity would go a long way in the cozy environment of the Big Apple -- a one-ring circus in which no audience member sits more than 50 feet from the stage -- the intimate setup makes it easy to concentrate on the proficient performances. The highlight of the show is in the two acts wrangled by animal trainer Svetlana Shamsheeva, a sexy redhead with a glitzy stage presence. For those who prefer human derring-do, the cosmopolitan cast offers a range of acrobatic routines. Tonal and disciplinary variety are among the virtues of the circus, and in general the show maximizes on those virtues with disarming modesty and inventiveness.

-- Celia Wren

RUSSIAN NATIONAL POSTAL SERVICE -- (At Studio Theatre through Oct. 17)

Someone in the annals of fiction must suffer a more wretched daily existence than the hollow-cheeked pensioner in Oleg Bogaev's play. But Bogaev certainly makes a strong case for penury and boredom as the ultimate tests of human endurance in this surrealist folk tale about surviving on physical and psychic crumbs in modern Russia. The piece, directed by Paul Mullins, is a mirror of the life of its reclusive hero, Ivan Zhukov (Floyd King); it's both whimsical and arid. Ivan, retired from a life of arduous labor and receiving meager government benefits, confines himself to a musty apartment. His only entertainment is a bustling epistolary life that he carries on with a gallery of imaginary correspondents. The play is intriguingly offbeat.

-- P.M.

THE SEAGULL -- (By Rep Stage at Howard Community College through Sunday)

Americans often play Chekhov the way they do cricket -- as if it's someone else's game. So it's a pleasure to report that this play's new incarnation avoids many of the usual hazards. Director Kasi Campbell sensitively guides an agile cast through a warm and intelligent rendering of the sad string of cruelties rained down on vivacious Nina (Megan Anderson) and tragic Konstantin (Karl Miller), the tortured young man who loves her. Campbell has done an exceptionally good job of casting, and the translation she uses, by wordsmith Tom Stoppard, is supple and pleasingly colloquial. This is a deeply pessimistic play, one that piles misery on misery. The saddest lots are doled out to the most attractive characters, Konstantin, a frustrated writer, and Nina, an aspiring actress. In Chekhov's cynical view, both are worthy, promising young people -- and so are doomed. Campbell and company provide an evening with a sturdy foundation and a smooth finish. For all its merits, this "Seagull" is not the most emotional you're likely to encounter, yet Campbell's production is an admirable example of how to make Chekhov most welcome in an alien land.

-- P.M.

SHEAR MADNESS -- (At the Kennedy Center Theater Lab indefinitely)

This interactive murder mystery, set in a Georgetown beauty parlor, is a mechanical comedy featuring a gallery of obvious stereotypes and a bottomless barrel of bad jokes. I was stunned, not by the sheer badness of it, but by the blandness. Why would one of the world's premier showcases for theater tie up one of its stages for so long with any play, let alone one so inconsequential?

-- P.M.

THE SUBJECT -- (By Charter Theatre at Warehouse Next Door through Oct. 17)

It's not working, I'm calling it off, I'm walking out the door. This is the persistent temptation of Penny Golden, the emotionally needy waitress and photography model in D.C. playwright Allyson Currin's two-character comedy. The audience is likely to empathize, and not just because the photographer for whom Penny is sitting has an offbeat appeal that frequently slides over the line into creepiness. It's because the script itself vacillates between lovable and leavable. Swallow Currin's tenuous setup and you're in for an Act 1 of Penny (Kathleen Coons) modeling on a secondhand chaise in stalker/photographer David's (Chris Stezin) shabby little studio. Currin taps into Penny's rich chatterbox vein and lets the daffy dialogue flow, revealing a character who is fizzy and fuzzy in equal degrees. Currin teases this wan little scenario into a full-bodied play in part through the gradual accretion of character details. Her writing, as usual, has a certain lift and shine. Director Richard Washer gives the play the few production elements it absolutely calls for, and Currin sees her premise through to a surprisingly nifty ending.

-- N.P.

THE TIME OF YOUR LIFE -- (By American Century Theater at the Gunston Arts Center through Saturday)

So this cop, this pinball wizard and this guy named Kit Carson walk into this bar -- as do a newsboy, a nurse, a longshoreman, a would-be vaudevillian, an Arab harmonica-player and . . . Well, suffice it to say that William Saroyan's play, set in a 1939 San Francisco saloon, is not one of those intimate two- or three-character plays that help keep curtain calls short. This rambling, bittersweet classic is meant to conjure up a restless panorama of American life, and that's certainly accomplished in this energetic and mostly entertaining production. With a couple of exceptions the acting of the 19-member cast leaves something to be desired, but Terry D. Kester's judicious direction creates fluctuating moods and rhythms that make the play a wry, profound and sometimes funny reflection of life in this country, and maybe life in general.

-- C.W.

VAREKAI -- (By Cirque du Soleil at RFK Stadium through Oct. 24)

Clothes, it seems, make the acrobat. In this abundantly satisfying extravaganza, directed by Dominic Champagne, the dazzle doesn't end with the contortions of a woman who bends like Gumby, or a pair of aerialists who perform synchronized swimming skills in midair. No, the thrills under the big top extend to the work of Eiko Ishioka, whose costumes precipitously raise the bar on wonder. Cirque, in other words, has never looked more magical. The costumes are a reflection of Cirque's careful cultivation of an idea of spectacle that integrates to an astonishing degree story, movement, music and design.

-- P.M.