43 Plays for 43 Presidents. There are numerous problems inherent in writing short plays about every single president of the United States and compressing them into one night of theater. For the great, notorious, and prolific leaders in this production, a three-minute play becomes a recitation of acts passed and deeds done. For the obscure and forgettable ones (the majority, unfortunately), the short vignettes feel, as their terms in office suggest, unremarkable. The local cast of five (highlighted by the excellent dry humor of Joshua Pollock) employs endless performance styles for each president's moment in the spotlight. Lincoln speaks by candlelight, Madison with large cue cards, (Chester) Arthur via a game show; others are conveyed by stabbing balloons, hosting roasts, and eating Wonder Bread. For Kennedy, it's simply television footage offering tearful accounts of his assassination. Presidents works as a lively (if hurried) historical summary of our country as told through those we popularly elected and the few we didn't. (In case you're wondering, George W. Bush's segment has him in a blindfold with a baseball bat.) The assemblage doesn't result in a night of emotionally connected theater, but this doesn't mean the show wouldn't be a smash hit in history classrooms. Through Jan. 27 at Impact Theatre, 1834 Euclid (at Hearst, under LaVal's Subterranean Pizza), Berkeley. Tickets are $15-35; call (510) 499-0356 or visit www.randt.org. (Nathaniel Eaton) Reviewed Jan. 10.
Duck Soup. Do you like your theater emotionally resonant with subtle yet piercing social and political insights that would give Tom Stoppard pause? Then neither this show nor really anything else that graces the Dark Room's minuscule stage is right for you. But if you're looking for a downright silly 80 minutes of crude jokes, cruder slapstick, and punch lines you can literally shout along with by the show's end, then this adaptation of the Marx Brothers' movie classic might just be your ticket. Sure, the acting can be spotty although Gerri Lawlor is a standout as the silent Harpo and the directing aesthetic appears to be "stand on this side or that side and say your lines." And yes, the writers should have taken even more liberties with their adaptation and given the audience additional opportunities to talk back to the stage. Yet if you're willing to leave your inner thespian at the door and throw yourself into the cheesy, homespun spirit of the thing, you will likely find yourself hollering and chuckling along. Through Jan. 28 at the Dark Room, 2263 Mission (between 18th and 19th sts.), S.F. Tickets are $15; call 401-7987 or visit www.darkroomsf.com. (Molly Rhodes) Reviewed Jan. 10.
The Forest War. Set in an ancient Asiatic fiefdom, playwright-director Mark Jackson's epic story about an essentially virtuous leader whose dalliance with a subordinate leads to a regime change and a crusade (helmed by the bloodthirsty son of a former ruler) to gain control over natural resources contains many parallels with recent U.S. history. The reason Jackson gets away with his heavy-handed allegory is because he's such a compelling storyteller. Jackson drives his epic plot along with muscular, bewitching prose. The characters, though largely symbolic, are sharply drawn. The evil Lord Kain (a praying mantislike Kevin Clarke) leaps off the stage with his venomous plans. Meanwhile, the good Lord Kulan's battle with his conscience (a sympathetic yet tortured Cassidy Brown) makes the hero seem deeply human. By blending characteristics of kabuki such as heavily stylized movements, elaborate makeup and costumes, and black-clad stage "assistants" (or "kurogo") with occidental ideas (such as fierce, mood-shifting lighting effects and western musical instruments), Jackson creates a physical environment that flawlessly encapsulates his theme: the simultaneous dissonance and harmony between two very different ways of being. The Forest War weaves a tale that's as old as the trees, yet it still feels like a spring sapling. Through Jan. 28 at the Ashby Stage, 1901 Ashby (at Martin Luther King Jr.), Berkeley. Tickets are $15-30; call (510) 841-6500 or visit www.shotgunplayers.org. (Chloe Veltman) Reviewed Dec. 20.
Forever Tango. The 12-year-old showcase of Argentinean dancing and musical bravura is showing signs of age in its third trip through San Francisco. Oh, yes, the skills of the dancers remain awe-inspiring, and the band consisting of not one, not two, but four bandoneons (think accordion, only sexier) is as fabulous as ever. But perhaps when you've danced the same dance with the same choreography for more than a decade, your passionate connection with your partner, which makes the tango (as the show's creator, Luis Bravo, describes it), "so much more than just a dance," starts to fray at the edges. That connection can still be seen, usually in a fleeting pause, as partners lean into one another; at such times, you can believe that it is their desire for each other, and not the footwork they've expertly performed thousands of times, that leads them to what happens next. These moments, though all too rare in this current tour, are the heart of both the dance and this show, and are still something to behold. Through Jan. 21 at Post Street Theatre, 450 Post (at Mason), S.F. Tickets are $55-75; call 771-6900 or visit www.poststreettheatre.com. (Molly Rhodes) Reviewed Jan. 3.