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
This performance features "a handful of actors, a colorful scarf, a bow tie, a screwdriver, a robot dog, a big blue box, and adventure nearly 50 years in the making." $10-$15