A chorus of veiled women translates intangible concepts into a haunting soundscape for director Sylvia Blush’s rendition of “Medea.” The play, which opens at UCLA’s Little Theater on Friday and runs ...

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It’s been more than a dozen years since Kristina Leach’s “The Medea Project” was first staged, her updated take on the Greek tragedy getting its world premiere courtesy Fullerton’s now-defunct Hunger ...

The Theatre School at DePaul University's Showcase Series of Contemporary Plays and Classics presents MEDEA by Euripides, translated by Frederic Raphael & Kenneth McLeish, and directed by Damon Kiely.

It should have worked better. Classical Theatre’s season opener, Medea, has all the talent, tools and twists to make Euripides’ classical play something remarkable. There’s the crisp 95-minute runtime ...

From the lofty parapet of Mount Olympus to the tortured currents of the River Styx, the gods have no fury like a woman scorned. None, at least, like the woman in “Medea,” directed by Celeste Cahn ’15 ...

Laughter is seldom heard in Greek tragedy. The achievement of writer Tom Paulin and his director Barrie Rutter - if achievement be the word - is to make the audience snort, sigh and at times laugh in ...

When one has a horrible day or goes through a breakup, where does one go to cry unrelentingly? Most likely to the bathroom, just as the titular character in Miriam Grill’s thesis production of “Medea” ...

MEDEA: Tragedy. By Euripides. Directed by Deborah Warner. (Through Nov. 25. Abbey Theatre at Zellerbach Playhouse, UC Berkeley. 80 minutes. Tickets $36- $56. (510) 642-9988, www.calperfs.berkeley.edu) ...

Even before Fiona Shaw begins to weave her incalculably rich and many-colored portrayal of a wife and mother driven over the edge, it is clear that Deborah Warner’s Abbey Theatre production will be no ...

Driving across the bridge; the two Pugin steeples; in minutes we are swallowed by Wexford’s streets. The corridors of the opera house are filling up with young singers whose names I try to learn ...