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For our third-annual conversation on the Year in Theatre, Thom White – the Reader’s chief theatre reviewer – and I thought we’d shake things up a bit. So instead of meeting for an hours-long breakfast to discuss the area stage scene, we met for an hours-long dinner to discuss the area stage scene.

And while I managed to keep things lively by spilling a completely full glass of water not 10 minutes after sitting down, we also managed to touch on many of the varied experiences that Thom (occasionally accompanied by his partner’s daughter Madison) and/or I had during another eventful year for fans of the theatre. Pack a lunch, sit back, and dive in ... .

THE WORDS

Three separate narratives dovetail in The Words, a modestly engaging morality drama by writers/directors Brian Klugman and Lee Sternthal. Yet ironically enough, the one narrative I never bought into was the one that’s meant to be the most believable, though heaven knows the other two aren’t exactly models of cinematic authenticity.

Even if you entered the Timber Lake Playhouse’s Boeing-Boeing unaware that author Marc Camoletti’s play was a farcical comedy – its elbow-in-the-ribs title somehow not divulging that information – all it would take is one look at Nathan Dahlkemper’s scenic design to know that some serious slapstick was bound to be in store.

The inherent danger in seeing any production of Footloose, whether on stage or screen, is that you risk having those maddeningly catchy pop tunes trapped in your brain for days. I’m therefore pleased to report that, less than 72 hours after attending the Timber Lake Playhouse’s speedy and sprightly take on the musical, I no longer have “Let’s Hear It for the Boy,” “Holding Out for a Hero,” and the rest playing in an endless mental loop. It’s actually the performances by Karl Hamilton and Elizabeth Haley that I can’t get out of my head.

PROJECT X

In director Nima Nourizadeh’s teen comedy Project X, three nerdy high-school pals in North Pasadena decide to make names for themselves by throwing a wild party, and then throw the party.

Now that we’ve dispensed with the plot, let me try to explain why, through almost its entire running length, this movie made me want to repeatedly plunge an ice pick through my skull.