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The Weir, by Conor McPherson "Sheer theatrical magic,” raves The London Daily Telegraph of The Weir: “I have rarely been so convinced that I have just seen a modern classic." The Guardian calls it "a spellbinder that transfixes you. No praise is in fact too high." Conor McPherson, who was not yet thirty when he penned this enchanting piece, has already been hailed as one of Ireland’s greatest living playwrights. Set in the fictional Irish seacoast town of Carrick, The Weir starts out as an evening of ghost stories told to impress a pretty visitor, but deepens as tales of hauntings begin to reveal more about what haunts the storytellers themselves. __________________________________ Frankie and Johnny in the Clair de Lune, by Terrence McNally Terrence McNally explores the question of romance in this frank, quirky post-coital first-date interlude between two wary, weary veterans of the heart. They’ve already slept together; now they face the daunting prospect of intimacy. ''You just don't decide to fall in love with people out of the blue,'' says Frankie, but Johnny, a fast-talking short-order cook and diehard romantic, tenaciously disagrees. Star Bar luminary David E. Mason and stellar newcomer Kara Whitney heat up the stage this Valentine’s Day. Please be advised that this production contains nudity, sophisticated adult situations and adult conversation. __________________________________ Death Wore Elevator Shoes: A Rick Luger/WYNOT Radio Mystery, by Cory Moosman The Gazette calls this show, written by the Front Range’s own Cory Moosman, a ‘hilarious send-up of old-time radio detective shows’, complete with twistedly nostalgic commercials, hysterical ‘off-air’ actor interaction and occasional audience participation; your Grandpa's Old Time Radio Show this ain't! It's a full evening of adventure, suspense, suspenders, more suspense, and shiny silver undershorts! __________________________________ Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf?, by Edward Albee Join George and Martha for an evening of cocktails with a nasty twist, but don’t expect to escape unscathed; one of their favorite games is ‘Get the Guests’. Late-night drinks turn to total war as they drag their hapless visitors into their marital miasma, relentlessly brandishing painful secrets, wielding waspish wits and cannibalizing each other unmercifully. |