It’s not often that one has the opportunity to see psychological horror played out on stage. Pratfalls and buffoonery abound. Studies in tragedy crop up weekly. Musical theater is so prevalent that it has become its own sub-genre. But plays devoted to the terrors that come from within one’s own mind are few and far between.

Putting comedy within anyone’s reach has been one of the goals of the Upright Citizens Brigade, a comedy troupe that enjoyed a run on Comedy Central from 1998 to 2000 and now operates theaters in Los Angeles and New York that have served as stepping stones for many comedic actors and writers. The company also tours the nation, putting on comedy shows coast-to-coast.

You don’t have to look much beyond the title of comedian Kate Clinton’s latest show to get her take on the state of the world. In “All Fracked Up,” Clinton cranks through woes of the modern world like fracking (of course), global weirding and Republicans.

One of Emma Goldman's speeches supposedly inspired the assassination of President William McKinley. What better subject for a musical?

In a world brimming with so much cynicism, now more than ever people occasionally need the kind of charming, guileless sentimentality offered up by shows like The Drowsy Chaperone. Though it first hit Broadway in 2006, aside from its meta-structure The Drowsy Chaperone feels like it could easily be a product of the Jazz Age.

In the age of the Internet, buying an album is about as personal as checking the weather. Gone are the days of awaiting the next release of your favorite band before buying a copy at your local music store and popping a copy into your player at home.

The Denver Art Museum (DAM) has assembled 50 photos from its permanent collection of Winogrand images — about half of what it has in its archives and a fraction of the photos Winogrand took on the subject — for the exhibit Garry Winogrand: Women are Beautiful.

Though they were incredibly gifted performers whose music still resonates and whose influences remain readily apparent today, you don’t see bumper stickers reading, “God Bless Janis Joplin.” Or Jimi Hendrix. Or Frank Sinatra. Or Dean Martin. The only such bumper sticker you ever see is, “God Bless Johnny Cash,” and you don’t just see it on beat-up, old pickup trucks.

Starting in 1975, Roger Ebert began a rather novel idea for a film series, which he called “Cinema Interruptus.” Screen the film on day one, and on days two through five, screen the film again, but allow any audience member to stop the film (by yelling “Stop!”) and begin a discussion.

Originally produced in 1939 and since adapted for radio, television and the big screen, The Man Who Came to Dinner has proven itself deserving of the label “classic.” Yet, until now, I have never seen it live on stage, so I want to give a great, big “Thank you!” to the Longmont Theatre Company for bringing George S. Kaufman and Moss Hart’s comic crucible to Boulder County.