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Tom Stoppard sometimes makes me feel dumb. His 1966 play Rosencrantz & Guildenstern Are Dead is the only work of his with which I'm familiar that I don't feel I need footnotes for—and even that's only because I'm so familiar with its source material.

I'd just like to say that there are other ways of conveying distress than hysterical crying, and that there are other ways of conveying fear than heavy breathing and uncontrollable pacing. I needed to get that out there because it seems to be a memo that a lot of people miss. And missing that memo can ruin what would otherwise be a really good play.

I actually like David Mamet. , possibly Mamet's best-known and most-performed play, is grossly overrated. Always have, and probably always will.

, I didn't have much of an idea of what to expect. Three fantastic local playwrights (Bruce Graham, Michael Hollinger, and Arden Kass). Three local directors (Joe Canuso, Deb Seif, and Deborah Block). A handful of local talent. And my one burning question was: "Why 'soles'?" It obviously wasn't a typo: if it was, somebody would've caught it long before the show's opening.

I worry that you, our readers here at Phillyist, are going to start thinking I'm too nice. I seem to like just about everything. But honestly, that doesn't make me nice. It just means that local theatres are putting up a lot of great work. powerful. I'm guessing a little of Column "A," a little of Column "B."