Opening This Week

Stefanie Sertich directs this latest production from the Classic Greek Theatre of Oregon, a leather 'n' chains modern update of Sophocles' Electra that sets his war torn play in 1998 Croatia. West End Theater , 1220 SW Taylor, 258-9313, Fri-Sat 8 pm, Sun 4 pm, through June 26, $10-15

Poona the Fuckdog
The StageDirect company presents more screenings of its DVD recording of the adult fairytale play Poona the Fuckdog. As always, the play was hilarious live four years ago, and as always, watching it off the DVD doesn't do it justice. Cinema 21 , 616 NW 21st, Fri-Sat 11:30 pm, $5

The Rocky Horror Show
Before The Rocky Horror Picture Show was a cult film classic, it was a cult play classic by Richard O'Brien. Frankly, we're pretty tired of the whole Rocky Horror deal, but might attend this thing to see Wade McCollum as Frank-n-furter. Triangle Productions , Theater! Theatre!, 3430 SE Belmont, 224-8499, Fri-Sat 8 pm, through July 9, $30-35

One Week Only

The 2005 Drammy Awards
Portland's version of the Tony Awards gets bigger every year, with enormous theater-lovin' crowds packing the Crystal Ballroom to witness their theater-lovin' peers get officially recognized by a panel of theater lovers. Crystal Ballroom , 1332 W Burnside, 225-0047, Mon 6 pm, FREE Whatever Girl Here's a rare event: an original musical created by Portlanders. Whatever Girl is about a bored barista who gets involved with a hunky thief. It features 14 original songs, plus "sexual situations, graphic language, gunshots, swordplay, strobe lights, Hawaiian shirts, and a mime." Echo Theater , 1515 SE 37th Ave, 231-1232, June 15-18 @ 8 pm, $5-15

Closing This Week

Boy Gets Girl
Rebecca Gilman's play opens with a blind date. Tony (David Burnett, excellent) and Theresa (Laura Faye-Smith) drink and talk, and at first all seems well, until Tony starts making plans for them to see the Yankees, then tries to kiss her after having known her for 10 minutes. When on the next date he starts referring to them as a "couple," Theresa quickly gives him the big Blow-Off. What happens next is standard stalker material: phone calls from Tony start to pour in, then threatening letters, and then the police tell Theresa to get the hell out of her apartment. But oddly, outside of one other menacing appearance in Theresa's office in the first act, we never see Tony in person again. Rather than showing us his actions, Gilman tells them, a proven method for sapping a play's potential tension. JWS Coho Theatre , 2257 NW Raleigh, 220-2646, Thurs-Sat 8 pm, Sun 2 pm, through June 12, $21

Fourteen Hundred Thousand & Mud
Pairing the high falutin' braininess of Sam Shepard's surreal bookshelf-as-metaphor drama Fourteen Hundred Thousand with Mud, Maria Irene Fornes' visceral tale of redneck desperation, was an inspired decision, but defunkt's execution doesn't quite do the concept justice. AH Back Door Theatre , 4319 SE Hawthorne, 481-2960, Thurs-Sat 8 pm, Sun 4 pm, through June 25, $8-15

Take Me Out
A subtle playwright who excels at holding subtle relationships under a microscope, Richard Greenberg stomps on his material here with clumsy bombast. The gay baseball player in Take Me Out, Darren Lemming (Dennis Mosley), isn't just any gay baseball player, he's the BEST gay baseball player, a young, brash, future Hall of Famer who announces his sexuality to the world without a trace of doubt or shame. To make the heavy-handed handling of its homosexual trappings complete, Take Me Out calls for many nude shower scenes, which director M. Burke Walker eagerly employs. These moments are obviously intended to show the awkwardness that would occur when a bunch of naked alpha-males suddenly find a naked homo in their midst, but, in a serious flub, Greenberg begins the play with Lemming already out of the closet, and so the audience never gets to see what it was like when everything was nice and hetero and okay. Deprived of the should-have-been fascinating before-and-after comparison, the ubiquitous naked men feel like superfluous-shock value tactics tacked on to truss up an already trussed up situation. JWS Artists Repertory Theatre , 1516 SW Alder St, 241-1278, Tues-Thurs 7 pm, Fri-Sat 8 pm, Sun 2 pm, through July 3, $15-35

The Resurrectory
Imagine what would happen if immaculate filmmaker Wes Anderson made a performance art installation about a 19th-century murder spree and subsequent black market cadaver sale in Scotland, and you'll have an idea of what it's like to walk through Liminal's The Resurrectory. A perfectly balanced array of live performance (both musical and theatrical), visual art, and video work from Jim Blashfield divides the story into its component parts. There's the Inquest, where actors reconstruct the murder scenes through a series of eerie, fluid movement sequences; the Operating Theater, where the fresh cadavers are dissected and lectured about by poet David Abel as a ghostly orchestra provides background music on what appear to be electronic saxophones; and the Collections, where records keeper Alex Reagan documents the crimes via tape recorder and keeps archives of photographic evidence. You can sit in any of these areas indefinitely and constantly find fresh things to observe. But what makes The Resurrectory really fun is, like the films of Anderson, its attention to detail. JWS Portland Art Center , 2045 SE Belmont, 239-5481, Thurs-Sat 8-10 pm, through June 18, $6-10 pay-what-you-can


Eugene Mirman
A childhood immigrant from Soviet Russia, Eugene Mirman has in recent years become an associate of New York's cool kid comedy contingent, opening for the likes of David Cross, Todd Barry, and the Stella Comedy troupe. In fact, as comedians go, his trajectory seems strangely similar to that of David Cross--touring with rock bands, releasing comedy albums on Seattle-based indierock labels (in Mirman's case, last year's hilarious The Absurd Nightclub Comedy of Eugene Mirman, out on Suicide Squeeze)--albeit without the obsessive cult television show and recurring sitcom roles. Live, Mirman's shows are 70% oppressively funny stand-up, 30% video work (, and 10% sheer Pizzazz(!)--which I think adds up to 110%... exactly the kind of energy Mirman pours into every set! Maybe? Anyway--even at 12%, guy is a thousand times funnier than anything you're liable to read with my byline. ZAC PENNINGTON Doug Fir , 830 E Burnside, Sun 9 pm, $8