A true freak de théâtre, Agatha Christie's The Mousetrap has been running continuously in London since 1952, or about as long as Queen Elizabeth II has sat on her throne. There's no rational reason for this. The play is a minor contrivance: set in a newly opened country inn and fitted out with eight neatly limned characters, it's a variation on the English-manor-house murder mystery, distinguished, first, by an unusually ugly backstory and, second, by a so-called twist that's easily discerned before intermission. If the London production is anything like the one directed here by Jonathan Berry, however, the appeal becomes a lot easier to understand. Berry and an exquisitely cast bunch of actors walk a line between the script's vast kitsch potential and Christie's very real wit to create a lovingly subversive entertainment. Joe Dempsey, Laura T. Fisher, and Lindsey Pearlman, in particular, need to win something for their sly performances as a mysterious Italian, a dour retiree ("A lot of people don't know they have dry rot"), and a red-lipped Vita Sackville-West type. —Tony Adler $64-$75
Ring in the New Year with a group of ladies who know how to put on the ole song and dance with a variety show from Caryn Bark. $36
Nonprofit arts organization Anatomically Correct presents an exhibition of plein-air style paintings. Reception Fri 11/7, 7-9 PM.
Work and artifacts exploring racial and cultural identity.