But any resentment has been set aside for what has evolved, in only two years, into a jaw-droppingly disciplined arrangement of quality fare. I saw four shows in five consecutive hours on my first go-round at the festival, and my butt didn't ache once. The frequent breaks helped, of course--never underestimate the rejuvenating power of a lengthy intermission--but more than that, the rampant theatrical ability all duded up in flattering professionalism kept me perpetually diverted. The tones and moods and styles changed with every new play, and I trotted behind, eager to catch whatever... More >>>
Be careful where you stand in the lobby of the Bath House Cultural Center during the month of July. Caravans of actors, directors, and designers, toting costumes and furniture, march into and out of the theater every hour. The nine companies that participate in the Second Annual Festival of Independent Theatres each have 10 minutes to set up and 10 to disassemble and make way for the next troupe. With so many artists cross-pollinating in such a relatively small space, you wonder about the backstage drama--infidelities, broken friendships, second-guessed creative decisions.