Or: “There’s No Running Out Of Joy” Dear Reader, I did not intend to cry so early in the morning. A 9:30am matinee is not the time one expects to be absolutely shattered by beauty and an all pervading sense of elation and well being. These shocks are not good for my heart. Nevertheless, Frederick, based on the picture book by Leo Lionni, was an offensively excellent production that had my feet dancing, cheeks aching, and heart full watching the adventures of a little mouse fa

Or: “No one here’s a villain.” How nice the world would be if we would all just get along. This is not just a wish at the Eureka Day...

Or: “We Now Ask that you Imagine a Grown Cat in Flight” The theater is one of last places where you can find magic. It’s a place where an...

Or: Horn Dogs and Ladies Fair Loves Labors Lost is an absolute bear. Nominally a comedy it’s humor relies principally on puns that...

Or: Little Home in the Big Woods Eva Victor has a gift for framing. Writer and director and star of Sorry, Baby, their sense of...

Or: Pink Goes With Everything The excitement is palpable. From dingy apartment at a rural college and in the Boise Contemporary Theater....

Or: Note by Note It doesn’t take a master’s degree to see what Stephen Sondheim was after when he delved deep into the life of George...

Or: The Holy Hand Grendae The thing I like most about Wes Anderson is his work as a dialogist. The rapid machine like patter that carries...

Or: Summer Night Pool Side Shakespeare It’s a peculiar experience, after becoming accustomed to “Bit” Shakespeare, to suddenly watch a...

Or: There Is No Music for Evil Times If you go to Honey Brown eyes (put up in collaboration with Alley Rep and Little Branch, theater)...

Or: The Ontarian As I checked in to the Boise Bard Players Servent of Two Masters, site specified amid the open plan office of the...

Or: Shadows on the Wall There’s always a mother, for good or for ill. In Novid Parsi’s new play, selected for the Boise Contemporary...

A 5x5 reading at BCT Or: Old Salts The trouble with making a movie is that it comes together where nobody sees it. So much of shooting is...

Or: Keep Your Floors Filthy Tap dancing roaches, a magic purse, and soaring flights of muzak attend Paula Vogal’s latest work: a memory...

Or: Making a Splash Bill (Craig Kreiser) and Nancy (Patti O’Hara) have been married for fifty years, a long slow decent through a...

Or: Find the Pearl What would it take, dear reader, to tempt you into a desert compound, into an isolated community with peculiar...

Or: Robodad and Supergirl Who can guess where our lives are going? Our days are such a tangle that only art can pick up the individual...

Or: The Electric Hour Fair warning, dear reader. I’m not the person you want to take to a Bob Dylan biopic. As a man and as a myth he’s...

A new play by Heidi Kraay Or: Personal Savior Tale as old as time, true as it can be, somebody falls for someone they shouldn’t. She (Mia...

A New Play by Gregg Irwin Or: Shake Down Blues How does one play an artificial intelligence on stage? What is required to bring a...