Eric Gerard in Jackalope Theatre’s P.Y.G., which you should get tickets to while you still can. Photograph by Reed Carson Storefront theater, her impac…
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Firebrand serves up two views of a country music icon, but the vehicle stays above the surface Theater review by Kris Vire Christina Hall as Patsy Clin…
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Welcome to the free edition of Storefront Rebellion! This newsletter brings Chicago theater news and reviews from me, longtime critic and journalist Kr…
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Love is a drug, or vice versa, in Strawdog’s intoxicating staging of Lucy Prebble’s emotional experiment Theater review by Kris Vire Sam Hubbard and Da…
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Tearrance Arvelle Chisholm’s satire skewers pop-cultural appropriation in a deft and dazzling Jackalope Theatre production Theater review by Kris Vire …
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The heartache’s right but the songs are wrong in this lightly sketched concert-musical hybrid Theater review by Kris Vire Kelly Combs, right, and the c…
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Director Wardell Julius Clark and an able cast work some Memphis magic with this early piece from playwright Katori Hall Theater review by Kris Vire Ma…
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Welcome to the free edition of Storefront Rebellion! This newsletter brings Chicago theater news and reviews from me, longtime critic and journalist Kr…
Kris Vire
Welcome to the free edition of Storefront Rebellion! This newsletter brings Chicago theater news and reviews from me, longtime critic and journalist Kr…
Kris Vire
Theo Ubique brings some new energy to Michael John LaChiusa’s 1994 chamber musical, but it still runs on the fumes of ancient gender essentialism Theat…
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Welcome to the free edition of Storefront Rebellion! This newsletter brings Chicago theater news and reviews from me, Kris Vire, right to your inbox. I…
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David Greig’s inventive, booze-soaked rom-com overflows with charm at the Greenhouse Theater review by Kris Vire Playful, roguish, hopeful, and thoroug…
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