A REVIEW BY THE BAD ORACLE Tom Stoppard was 27 when he wrote Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead and it shows.  It’s definitely got that late-twenties sense of ennui where you’re laughing at your own stupid existential despair because you’re old enough to feel it but still young enough that it doesn’t mean anything yet.  Stoppard has a great quote

A REVIEW BY THE BAD ORACLE Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley’s Frankenstein, like most Important And Classic Novels, really only has like one good part.  A mad scientist sews up a man out of man pieces and then fires up the fucker (and if you think this is a sexy premise, and would like to make a play out of it, just

A REVIEW BY THE BAD ORACLE The first few moments into FPCT’s Jerusalem are absolutely horrible.   A disheveled man swans and swaggers his way across one of the most disgusting places I’ve ever seen, a post-hard-party trailer yard (set from Christopher Flint is top-notch) covered in all manner of unholy litter.  The man washes in a moldy water barrel, eats

A REVIEW BY THE BAD ORACLE Lance Bankerd doesn’t so much play Jim Jones (the cult leader who was the direct cause of death of 918 of his followers in November 1978) profiled in Aladrian C. Wetzel’s Thank You, Dad, up at Baltimore Theater Project.  Bankerd engages with him, struggles with him, confronts him and, in the end, channels him.  I

(Bad Oracle here:  now proudly doing ONE NIGHT STANDS!  These are special reports and/or reviews of one night, short run, or one off performances or shows.  We want to celebrate what’s happening in a variety of small arts scenes in Baltimore:  performance art, comedy, burlesque, student, etc.) A Raisin in the Sun – Lorraine Hansberry’s classic A Raisin in the

A REVIEW BY THE BAD ORACLE I don’t know if I’ve ever truly had a crush on a set before, but there’s a first time for everything.  D. W. Gregory’s Dirty Pictures, currently up at Baltimore Theater Project (Rapid Lemon Productions) boasts one of the most well done I have ever seen on the small stage.  That thing is perfect, and

A REVIEW BY THE BAD ORACLE People (myself included, of course) enter into relationships with the amusing, alarming fantasy of control.  This time, we won’t let someone else get the upper hand, show our ugly too fast, raise our voices, get jealous, lose perspective.  This is impossible, obviously, because we’re all jittery weirdos one odd Facebook message away from completely