[Note to Cat: Feel free to bail out at any time.]

I don’t know what it is about Irish playwrights but they all seem to be touched (in the good way).

The reason I haven’t done a theater post in a while is because it’s summertime and there isn’t anything to see. During the summer, openings are few and far between. The theater community goes on automatic pilot and the season that ended in June plays itself out. The Fringe Festival is in full swing but it’s so overwhelming, and so much of it is crap, that I tend to (so sorry) not bother. The free, star-studded Shakespeare in the Park series is not worth the effort. Anne Hathaway was suppose to be amazing in Twelfth Night but I can’t be bothered to stand in line for 15+ hours just for a stupid play.

But this beauty (not part of the Fringe) was an unexpected delight. Two contemporary one-acts by Cork native Conal Creedon at the always reliable Irish Repertory, After Luke and When I was God. Fathers and sons, fathers and sons, fathers and sons. It never gets old and it will never exhaust itself. So good it’s been extended through September 27th. So worth your time and money (Jason).

I love one-acts for the same reason I love short story collections; if the material sucks, just hang in there and a brand new story is moments away. But there’s not a dead minute in either of these stories.

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In Neil Genzlinger’s review of Dance of the Seven Headed Mouse in the New York Times, he wrote that “…the play never really justifies its existence.”

Wow! That was kind of harsh! People don’t realize how much work and expense goes into mounting a show. Even a bad one.

I wonder what Mr. Genzlinger has done to justify his existence? Dipshit critics.