Reddleman Theater Company presents their first play, a Chekhov comedy. Reservations recommended, e-mail reddlemantheater@gmail.com.
Here at Baltimore's Most Pinth-Garnell Alternative Weekly, we maintain there's nothing quite so tiresome as a roomful of Theater Arts majors, unless they're up on a stage embarrassing themselves for our benefit. And with that we submit for your consideration the nascent Reddleman Theater Company, a troupe of "under-26-year-olds" who claim to be "excited about bringing something new to the Baltimore theater scene: engaging with a nontraditional performing space, experimenting with collaboration as a part of the rehearsal process, and attacking a classic text with a distinctly physical approach." Mmm, yes, this could be an unmitigated disaster, so we'll be down in front wearing a helmet in case that "distinctly physical approach" transcends the company's promise of "serious playfulness" in their presentation of Chekhov's immortal comedy, The Seagull, all about humans and being and whatever. Hail and bravo, Reddleman Theater, for your "pay what you will after the show" ticket policy, and especially for not spelling theater "t-h-e-a-t-r-e."—
Joe MacLeod