Given San Francisco’s international reputation for rainbow flags, it’s somewhat shocking to realize the Out Loud Comedy Festival is the first and only LGBT comedy festival in recorded history. That said, I didn’t fact check ALL of recorded history (it's entirely possible there was a wildly popular version on the heels of the Gold Rush, complete with grizzled miners in petticoats), so take this blanket statement with a small grain of pink Himalayan salt.
Known for captivating choreography in unconventional spaces, Lizz Roman hits Danzhaus this weekend, sending her dancers on another athletic trawl through the halls and stairways of the sometimes nightclub in Potrero.
Quickly gaining a reputation for pulling some of the world’s finest choreographers to San Francisco, Smuin Ballet’s world premiere of Trey McIntyre’s Oh, Inverted World is a stunner. Set to music by The Shins, McIntyre fully lives up to his reputation as one of the most sought-after choreographers working today.
October's Classical Music Roundup: Takacs Quartet, Joshua Bell at SF Symphony and New Spectrum Ensemble
The dancers move in silence, with no sound but their feet hitting the floor. The first piece of the evening is charged and entrancing and makes it really, really obvious if you’ve forgotten to turn off your cell phone. (Turn off your cell phone.) Choreographed without music, Mark Morris’s powerful Behemoth leads off a trio of West Coast premieres at Zellerbach Hall this weekend.
If you had a brand-new 20 million dollar arts center, wouldn’t you want to use every last inch? Choreographer and ODC maven Brenda Way’s latest contribution to the dance world is Architecture of Light, designed to send twenty-six dancers (ODC’s original ten and sixteen guests) swirling through the elegant renovation under the flaming light of installations by acclaimed visual artist Elaine Buckholtz.
Taxidermy takes a turn for the entertaining at Bigfoot Lodge, beloved den of flaming s’mores and other concoctions that might make you wish for an early death the next morning. But the stuffed trophies adorning the walls aren’t the expected big game moose or buffalo - i.e., the hunter’s equivalent of a muscle car. The mounted raccoon heads and what looks suspiciously like a sloth dangling from a branch might more accurately represent a hybrid, stating that Bigfoot Lodge is perfectly happy with its penis size, thank you.
Cooney Lumber Mill’s secretarial pool isn’t your average band of typists. Yes, there’s gossiping and Slim Fast, but there’s also the systematic destruction of Big Bone, Oregon, as the secretaries eliminate one lumberjack at a time - with their own chainsaws.
We're becoming alarmingly hard to shock these days, what with all our newfangled technology and mummified naivete. But Thrillpeddlers does its damnedest to shock the unshockable generation - and succeeds admirably. So if you want blood, titillation, and a higher-than-average possibility of high-pitched screaming this Halloween, check out Thrillpeddlers’ latest Shocktoberfest.
Everyone loves free. Everyone should love theater. Because, come on: it’s love, pathos, and comedy - all wrapped up in a two-hour dose of well-written universal human experience. In the best pairing since Barney Stinson and the Italian suit, free and theater join infatuated hands for the month of October.
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