Beau O'Reilly knows how to sell it. In the heart of this dramatic calamity, he sails onstage like a virtuoso giving a master class. Other times he stays offstage, reading a Sports Illustrated and dropping bons mots: "My uncle invented Pop Rocks." "Fuck the Yankees." They don't save any scenes, but they help; in the dramatic wasteland of Matt Rieger's script, anything helps. Performed by a cast of six for Curious Theatre Branch, Rieger's five monologues scrape up a handful of hollow cliches connected to childhood sports. Their request for our sustained attention feels vulgar. O'Reilly, handed some drivel about the big game, electrifies for a few minutes at a time through sheer force of will. The rest is baffling and tired. –Keith Griffith $12-$15
The key plot twist in this smart musical, based on the British TV show Dr. Who, arrives in the first five minutes. It's good enough to avoid spoiling, which makes the play, by brothers McKenzie and Justin Gerber, devilishly hard to describe. But here are the broad strokes: the musical numbers are giddy, the story is mind-bending, and director Emma Peterson walks the fine line between homage and satire. The concept has short legs, but this very brief Right Brain Project production doesn't try to go further than it should on them. If the TV series even remotely approximates the weird fun of this performance, I've got to hunker down with the DVDs. —Keith Griffith $10-$15
Stories, monologues, and more by this all-female comedy troupe. $10 suggested donation