The Angel Next Door – Northlight Theatre – Through May 10, 2026

Little did Hungarian Ferenc Molnar know in 1920, when he wrote “Játék a Kastélyba” (Play at the Castle), that it would be the basis for plays that would be making audiences laugh over 100 years later, first in P.G. Wodehouse’s 1924 adaptation, The Play’s the Thing (riffing off Shakespeare), later in Tom Stoppard’s 1984 Rough Crossing, and, most recently in Paul Slade Smith’s The Angel Next Door.

The current production is a nice, fun farewell, as Northlight’s last one before moving to its new castle in the fall. As mentioned in the dialogue, sometimes a couple hours of escapist humor is just what the doctor, or audience, ordered.

The show is a particular treat for people who enjoy theater about theater, complete with an inside joke referencing a 1920 Hungarian play (hmm) and recurring jokes about breaking the fourth wall, though not really, but also is reliant on the relationships between husband and wife playwrights, an actress and her lothario co-actor (as in Lothario, a character in Nicholas Rowe’s 1703 play The Fair Penitent) and the same actress and her would-be suitor, a novelist, whose book the playwrights have adapted for a play, not this one (that might be too much).

But, as good as all those actors were (the real ones, not the ones they were playing), the show is stolen, and at least partly handed to thanks to the script, as comedies often are, by a “secondary’ character, namely the maid, Olga, played in a tour-de-force turn by Erin Grennan, who, in real life, is married to the playwright Paul Slade Smith, which seems only right, as one of the male leads (the play’s playwright) is played by Sean Fortunato, who is married to the play’s director Linda Fortunato.

Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom – Goodman Theatre – April 11, 2026

The Goodman Theatre website contains the following Content Advisory regarding Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom.

“Ma Rainey’s Black Bottom contains themes of racism and includes racial slurs (the N-word), strong profanity, acts of violence, intimate moments of kissing and discussions about sexual content.“

Spamalot, it is not. The N-word is not a reference to the Knights Who Say “Ni.” And you shouldn’t count the dismemberment of the Black Knight as violence, given that Eric Idle has credited Penn and Teller with creating that illusion for the musical.

Though Ma Rainey takes place in 1927 (1075 for Spamalot), August Wilson wrote it in 1982 (2004 for Idle), and today’s audiences (at least the one I was part of) still recognize its ongoing, harsh realities (as far as I know, the search also continues for the Holy Grail, though Indiana Jones may have had his hands on it for a moment).

I previously had seen the 2020 filmed version of Ma Rainey, starring Viola Davis and Chadwick Boseman, in his final role. The powerful cast of the Goodman production, starring E. Faye Butler and Al ‘Jaleel McGhee, need not take a back seat to that star-laden movie.

Little Shop of Horrors – Marriott Lincolnshire Theatre – March 15, 2026

The only cast member from the 2018 production of Little Shop of Horrors I saw, who also was in this year’s Marriott version, was Lorenzo Rush, Jr. Given that Lorenzo perfectly gives voice to the person-eating plant Audrey II, I’m guessing that he has a repeating gig for life, at one theater after another, if he wants it, given the everlasting popularity of this fun-loving romp.

Little Shop is in a select group of movies that have become musicals and then movie musicals. I add Hairspray and The Producers to that short, great list (but not Mean Girls, because I would never admit to seeing any version of it, as much as I love Tina Fey).

I would have loved to be in the room when Howard Ashman took a Roger Corman movie and wrote the book and lyrics for a musical version of Little Shop. He, and everyone around him, must have had a great time.

I always wonder how decisions are made regarding character names. The wonderful chorus of Crystal, Ronnette and Chiffon is obvious, but what about Audrey? When Corman picked that name, he couldn’t have known that Ashman would later rhyme it with tawdry in the lyrics of The Meek Shall Inherit. Our good fortune.

And what about Orin Scrivello, D.D.S., played to the hilt, along with several other characters, by Andrew Mueller? My rampant curiosity led me to discover that scrivello is actually a word meaning, according to Merriam-Webster, an elephant’s tusk of a small size commonly used for making billiard balls. Tusk – incisor tooth – dentist – coincidence?

There were other welcome, familiar faces in the cast, for example Jackson Evans, always a treat sharing the stage with a puppet, like the time I saw him in 2014 in Avenue Q. And Mark David Kaplan, set to receive the Guy Adkins Award from Porchlight Music Theatre in May at Chicago Sings Broadway’s British Invasion.

Holiday – Goodman Theatre – February 14, 2026

I’ve seen the 1938 movie Holiday, based on the 1928 Philip Barry play, several times. It’s a favorite of mine, but I’d never seen the play.

With the original play’s copyright expiring on January 1, 2025, the time was ripe for an updated adaptation and the now late Richard Greenberg jumped right in and had a new script ready to go before the expiration, as evidenced by the October 21, 2024 one-night only benefit reading done by The Acting Company in New York.

I’ll start by saying that, alas, there was no Cary Grant (Johnny Case) or Katherine Hepburn (Linda Seton) in the Goodman cast. (Rachel Brosnahan played Linda in the benefit reading – that would have been fun to see.)

The Grant and Hepburn characters had great chemistry in the movie. I didn’t feel that in this production.

What did jump out at me was that Ned, the alcoholic brother, had all the best lines, all the laughs, and the actor, Wesley Taylor, did not go too far over the top, as often can be the case when heavy drinkers are portrayed.

That said, I agree with one review I saw that spoke to the relative lack of “investment in the very real issue of addiction.” But it’s basically a romantic comedy, despite it’s philosophical overtones, so two hours away from real life is okay for me.

And speaking of the laughs, I didn’t think the actors did a great job of letting them happen, walking into some of their lines a little too quickly.

The sets were excellent, but the changeover during the second act, done behind a dropped curtain while the audience sat in the dark and silence wondering what the hell was going on, needs to be addressed.

Greenberg didn’t miss a trick in updating the 1920’s script, keeping the skeleton of the show, but throwing in NFTs, cryptocurrency, text messaging, social media, red eye flights and the kitchen sink.
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The play is set in Dec. 2019-Jan. 2020, which makes it the second show I’ve seen recently (after Eureka Day) that is placed on the cusp of Covid. Strangely, it reminds me of the way plot lines had to change when cell phones took over the universe.

The Irish . . . and How They Got That Way – Porchlight Music Theatre – Feb. 6, 2026

I wrongly assumed that the play, The Irish . . .  And How They Got That Way, was about the University of Notre Dame not getting picked for the recent 12-team college football playoff and announcing thereafter that it would reject any other bowl bids that might be made, which, to me, seemed antithetical to their nickname, the Fighting Irish, which was approved by the university’s president in 1927 as being “preferable to the school’s more derisive nicknames,” and with the “hope that we may always be worthy of the ideal embodied in the term.”

So, no football, but a lot of drinking, as if at a football game, unaccompanied, however, by the Irish bar classic Whiskey in the Jar. 

There were 34 other songs in whole or part, but not the Notre Dame Victory March (acknowledging, I suppose, that you can’t win if you don’t play), which Sports Illustrated, in 2019, ranked as the fourth best college fight song.

The players (I mean the cast, not the members of the football team), all of whom I have seen before, were up to their usual high standards, but I would have liked to hear more from violinist Elleon Dobias, who was a standout. 

Eureka Day – Broadway Playhouse (TimeLine Theatre Company) – February 4, 2026

Before getting into a “review” of the play Eureka Day, I wanted to make something clear for the record. I never met or, in any way communicated with, Jeffrey Epstein.

I did, however, go to a baseball game in Oakland (the play takes place in nearby Berkeley) on the evening of June 16, 1971 when Mike Epstein (no relation to Jeffrey as far as I know) hit his third and fourth consecutive home runs, having started his streak in his last two at-bats the day before. I should add that I also got to see Vida Blue that night, in his prime, pitch a complete game (if you are old enough to remember what that is).

Getting back to Eureka Day, I would like to add that I loved the totally unrelated TV show Eureka, which is still available for streaming.

And, before I forget, given his association with the word eureka, without which the name of the school in, and title of, the play would not be as clever as it is, a shout out to Archimedes, our first known streaker, and perhaps the inspiration for the 1970’s craze, which I’m sure included Berkeley.

The play first grabs our attention for the machinations the characters, members of the Eureka Day private school board, go through trying to convince each other and themselves that they are all on the same page about their world views (we’re not fooled) and how the school should operate. The administrator, in particular, might actually hurt his back bending over backwards in his role as a mealy-mouthed conciliator.

As one might imagine, attempts to not offend fall by the wayside when the topic becomes school vaccination policies (the play is set in the school year of 2018-19, when it foresightedly premiered), highlighted by the online chat with parents that had the audience in stitches and, given the topic and the location, made me consider a possible subtitle of “Sittin’ on the Doc of the East Bay.”

Everything seemingly gets resolved, thanks in part to the parents, unlike boards I have been associated with, actually reading the by-laws, as we move into the 2019-2020 school year – what could go wrong?

John C. Reilly is Mister Romantic – Steppenwolf Theatre – Dec. 5, 2025

I’ve seen Mr. Saturday Night, Mister Roberts and now Mister Romantic, John C. Reilly’s one-man show, if you don’t count the four musicians, but you should, because they’re great.

The evening started when said musicians marched down an aisle to the stage, playing a New Orleans-type walking song. What most caught my attention was the performer who was playing the coronet with one hand, while simultaneously playing the accordion with the other. I later prided myself for this mental note when Reilly, at the end of the show, acknowledged that same skill for the audience.

Reilly, at first, was nowhere to be seen, but suspicions grew when the quartet, after reaching their destination, pulled a steamer trunk, with the words Mister Romantic on it, from stage left. Sure enough, a vaudevillian-like-appearing Reilly arose from the luggage to greet the crowd and announce that he had no memory, other than that he had to find someone who would love him forever in order to be freed from the box.

What followed was Reilly beautifully singing classics such as Dream, What’ll I Do and You Don’t Know Me, accompanied by the musicians he claimed not to know (but was pleased that they knew the same songs he did), and augmented by a lot of amusing schtick, including a fair amount of miming and interaction with the audience, with the hope of finding eternal love and never having to return to his portable home.

He added a little extra spice to the show with a rendition of Earl Okin’s “My Room,” before which he suggested that any children head to the lobby for popcorn.

His quest was not gender specific, as he walked into the audience to engage, rather closely (after asking consent), for a few minutes each, two women and two men, one of whom was me. If I were a rabid fan, I would never wash my eyebrows again.

Paranormal Activity – Shakespeare Theater – Closed Nov. 2, 2025

Things are a little slow right now, so here’s something I didn’t do.

Paranormal Activity was promoted as being very scary, which was not an incentive to go for me, but compared to what? Is it possible for it to have been scarier than reality, or the ubiquitous AI version of it, where no reservations are required, though I have many?

Instead of going to the play I wound up watching something more frightening – a Bears game.

The warning that came with the show said it had loud noises. Big deal. I hear blaring sirens all day long, with the added threat of having to dodge the emergency vehicles puncturing my eardrums.

The warning said the show had sudden darkness. Big deal. That happened after we turned back the clocks.

The warning said there was stage blood. As long as it’s not my blood, and I’m not asked to drink it, I don’t care.

The play was universally highly-recommended (17 out of 17 reviews). That sounds pretty suspicious to me. Everyone loved it? In this day and age? According to a 2024 Gallup poll, 80% of U.S. adults believe Americans are greatly divided on the most important values. Can’t even universally agree that we don’t agree. And don’t get me started on the Oxford comma.

Front Row: An Insider Series – Steppenwolf Theatre – October 27, 2025

The next best thing to seeing a Pulitzer Prize and Tony Award-winning play is to go to a program featuring the director and some of the actors discussing the evolution of the work.

Phylicia Rashad (director), Harry Lennix, Alana Arenas and Glenn Davis came together, in a program moderated by Director of New Play Development Jonathan L. Green, to celebrate A Homecoming for the Artists of Purpose at the theater where the work had its world premiere before heading to Broadway.

That I have not seen the play didn’t affect my interest in hearing about the drama behind the drama, highlighted by a discussion of the final hours before the show took wing. Apparently, quite a bit of the script remained uncompleted until late the day before opening night, when Green rushed into the rehearsal on stage from the room where he had been with the author, Branden Jacobs-Jenkins, pages in hand, like a scene out of some other play, announcing the script was done, to the relief of all, but forcing the actors (except for Lennix, who amazed even his colleagues by his quick study) to appear on stage the next night with lines in hand.

The participants used the word canon a lot, describing the play’s status in the theater world and in Steppenwolf’s collection of works, and also spent time articulating their steadfast attitude in bringing the “Steppenwolf way” to Broadway.

All that, and the cookies at the reception were really good.

Blue Heaven – Black Ensemble Theater – Closes October 26, 2025

Blue Heaven is not a show you go to for the plot or the monologues, which are jammed into the middle section of this 90-minute show to provide some background on the lives of the depicted artists – Howlin’ Wolf, Big Mama Thornton, Muddy Waters, Stevie Ray Vaughan and B.B. King – before it heads into full concert mode.

You do go for the music, and it’s a treat. The only things missing from my days of going to blues clubs were a layer of cigarette smoke and a bottle of beer in hand.

And, if you closed your eyes, the talented cast, aided by a terrific backup band, might make you think you were listening to the original performers. My favorite was probably Cynthia Carter, as Thornton, who brought a delicious feistiness to her part.

The only one of the featured five I ever saw in person was King, as the opening act for the Rolling Stones in 1969. Unforgettable.

I was familiar with about 40% of the songs in Blue Heaven, but, if you’ve listened to enough blues, you think you know the songs even if you’ve never heard them before.