Directed by Tom Walljasper, Countryside’s Into the Woods is a lot of fun and a great excuse to get out of the crushing summer humidity.

I had no idea what to expect when I arrived at the Timber Lake Playhouse on Saturday evening. I’d never seen 9 to 5 before, be it movie or musical, and outside of “Jolene” and the show's titular song, I could not name you a single song by Dolly Parton. Yet none of this got in the way of me enjoying a perfectly fine night of theatre helmed by director Tommy Ranieri.

The great thing about this gig is that I get to see shows I wouldn’t attend otherwise, and sometimes I see one that is a total surprise and total delight. And director Lara Tenckhoff’s production of Rodgers & Hammerstein's Cinderella is undoubtedly a gem, top to bottom.

My exposure to Alfred Hitchcock's work has been fairly minimal, and aside from seeing a few clips, my total time spent with his films is close to zero. But several years ago, I did attend a stage version of Hitchcock's movie The 39 Steps, a play adapted by Patrick Barlow from John Bucan’s novel. And this past Friday, I caught in another in director James Beaudry's Timber Lake Playhouse’s production, which was largely a fun romp in the woods.

When it first debuted on Broadway under the title SpongeBob SquarePants, the show went on to receive 12 Tony nominations, though it won only one. The Spotlight Theatre’s production, helmed by Noah Hill, largely fits that same mold, with a lot of great work coming through. But things didn’t gel as much as I hoped they would.

I don’t think there’s another show that I’ve seen more productions of than Grease. High-school, community-theatre, professional-theatre, film, filmed-for-TV, now summer stock … . Had you asked me a week ago what I thought of Grease, I would have told you it’s boring and overdone. But the sixth time must be the charm, because Timber Lake Playhouse’s production was a freaking blast.

I must begin with an apology and a confession. Sorry to my British Literature professor in college: I never read Jane Austen's Sense & Sensibility, nor did I read her Pride & Prejudice. If you were generous, you could say I skimmed. But it’s okay (at least for me), because the most recent production at the Playcrafters Barn Theatre is so good, it makes me regret being a negligent student.

It’s been almost a decade since I attended a show at Augustana College. Since I was there last, Augie has built the gorgeous Brunner Theatre Center, where a dear friend and I were fortunate enough to attend Tuesday night’s dress rehearsal of playwright Bess Wohl’s Small Mouth Sounds.

Driving Miss Daisy is one of the staples of American theatre. Originally written as a stage play in 1987, (and winning the Pulitzer Prize the following year), it was adapted to film in 1989, and then re-staged all over the nation and the world. Talents such as Morgan Freeman, Jessica Tandy, James Earl Jones, and Angela Lansbury have all lent their voices to Alfred Uhry’s script, but while I’ve heard the play referenced countless times, I have to confess that attending its new production at the Mockingbird on Main was my first true exposure to the material. I finally see what all the hubbub is about.

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