SF Theater Blog

You know something is happening when they extend a show before it even opens. Bruce Norris's "Clybourne Park," which is barely...

If, like handsome, suave and debonair Richard Hannay, you long for something mindless, trivial and utterly pointless, but also a load of lau...

It's almost impossible to compare "The Agony and Ecstacy of Steve Jobs" with "The Last Cargo Cult," both of which ar...

The lights come halfway up on Mike Daisey, a heavy-set man sitting behind a wooden desk, glass of water to his right, hand towel folded in b...

It's tricky business to see one of Jeff Greenwald's "Strange Travel Suggestions" shows, playing currently through January ...

When you see as many shows as we did in 2010 it's easy to allow a gem to fall through the crinkly cracks of our diminishing human RAM. W...

When it rains it pours, and when it pours it floods, at least at the African American Cultural Center. What a shame -- yesterday's crowd...