KCRW's Opening the Curtain

I really want to celebrate Stoneface: The Rise and Fall of Buster Keaton, but while it captures the details of Keaton's life, it does little to illuminate his soul.

Grab a couple of friends, pick a couple of Fringe shows within walking distance of a good bar and roll the dice on a night of quirky theater.

Grab a couple of friends, pick a couple of Fringe shows within walking distance of a good bar and roll the dice on a night of quirky theater.

Mickey Birnbaum?s Backyard wrestles with the sagas of good and evil we all tell -- in bouts that are simultaneously sexual, primal, bloody, and darkly, darkly funny.

Playwright Steven Drukman's Death of the Author combines postmodern literary theory, the power dynamics of the classroom and an ethics seminar on intention.

Playwright Steven Drukman's Death of the Author combines postmodern literary theory, the power dynamics of the classroom and an ethics seminar on intention.

There's Zankou Chicken falling from the ceiling, there's sex after a car crash, there's Cafe Tropical, continual comparisons to New York, liposuction...

There's Zankou Chicken falling from the ceiling, seduction, passion, Tropical, continual comparisons to New York, and liposuction....in Alice Tuan's "Hit" at LATC.

It's easy to see why the folks at Center Theater Group chose to do a world premiere of Kimber Lee's "different words for the same thing" at the Kirk Douglas Theater.

The Pacific Resident Theatre takes on Shakespeare's "Henry V," in a production that's beautifully and quirkily cast.

Two stages in downtown LA couldn't be more different in scale and yet are oddly both resurrecting the past and relying on the power of form to tell the hidden stories.

Mikhail Baryshnikov returns to the Broad Stage, this time in a collaboration with New York's Big Dance Theater, adapting two Chekhov short stories of missed love.

"A Midsummer Night's Dream" at the Broad Stage makes sense of Shakespeare's language and creates an enchanted world where love is both magical and terrifying.

Unfortunately, Four Larks' junkyard opera "Orpheus" only plays this week. So quickly buy a ticket and discover a hidden jewel on the edge of downtown LA.

Is LA theater suffering from a lack of critical response, or is it no longer worthy of broad coverage because it's no longer giving voice to Los Angeles?