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The Reader's chief theatre reviewer, Thom White, saw and wrote about 52 area stage productions in 2011. I saw 39 and reviewed 12. Obviously, during our second-annual breakfast chat on the Year in Theatre, there was a bit to talk about.

It’s not easy for me to review Genesius Guild’s The Wasps, as this comedy does not rely on quality acting, the focus of most of my reviews. (In truth, the actors who don’t try to be hilarious and don’t attempt great acting here are more successful at being funny than the few that do.) Don Wooten’s direction also doesn’t matter as much for The Wasps as directing would in, say, King Lear. As was stated in the pre-show speech, this is sort of the Guild’s end-of-summer party, with the audience invited to watch the actors intentionally make fools of themselves. And happily, this party is utterly ridiculous and, at times, raucously funny, and elicited waves of laughter through Saturday night’s crowd.

There may be some of you who hear the title King Lear and, knowing only of the play’s reputation as the mack daddy of all Shakespeare tragedies, immediately presume that any evening production of the piece will last well into the next morning. Allow me, then, to quell your fears: Saturday’s Genesius Guild staging of the Bard’s opus began promptly at eight o’clock, and after the night’s presentation had concluded, I was back in my car by 10:55.

“I think it came from going to church,” says area actor Pat Flaherty of his childhood interest in theatre. “Because I’d go to church, and I’d see this guy who was holding everybody’s interest through the whole service. It was very dramatic – they’d light the candles and ring the bells and everything – and for a while I thought I wanted to be a priest because of that.

“It turned out I just wanted to be on stage.”

I make a conscious effort to suppress expectations prior to seeing a production, for fear they’ll rise to the unattainable. With Genesius Guild’s Ajax, however, I couldn’t help it. I was so taken with last year’s Andromache, performed in traditional period masks, that I was giddy with anticipation to see this summer’s Greek-tragedy offering. And despite a few apparent stumbles over lines and one glaringly missed cue, director Don Wooten’s effort did not disappoint. Saturday night’s performance of Sophocles’ piece captivated me with its creative execution.