By André Hereford on May 6, 2024 @here4andre

Some things that don’t happen exactly when you want them to still happen right on time. Five years ago, Signature Theatre’s planned production of Hair was destined to be the company’s blockbuster show of the Spring 2020 season. Then, the spring of 2020 actually happened, to all of us, and destiny was rewritten.
Theaters sat dim, while protests against racial injustice erupted in the streets, and a new generation of American kids experienced and witnessed the power of a social uprising.
Now, Signature’s Hair is finally here, just as another youth-led uprising is taking hold, with student protesters occupying campuses across the nation to voice their opposition or support for U.S. involvement in the Israel-Hamas War. And the time feels right to consider the show’s portrayal of youthful rebellion against an establishment that preaches morality but doesn’t consistently practice it.
Watching this Hair, staged brilliantly by Signature artistic director Matthew Gardiner, it’s impossible not to connect the generations then and now whose voices are often blithely dismissed by the powers that would sell or bomb away their collective future.
The establishment class might argue the hippies are uninvested. As the loving tribe sings proudly, they “ain’t got no money,” no home, no faith, no job, no ticket. But then, as Claude, embodied with ample charisma and profound humility by Jordan Dobson, points out, “I got life, mother.” And that has value.
Neither Claude nor any of his brothers in love — including Berger (Mason Reeves), Hud (Solomon Parker III), and Woof (Noah Israel) — wants to give their one precious life for a war they deem unjust, on behalf of a nation that disproportionately feeds its appetite for war with the bodies of Black and brown boys.
Yet the prospect of being shipped off to fight in Vietnam hangs balefully over Claude, as he and his hippie family express their worldview of peace, love, and freedom across two acts.
Having turned Signature’s MAX Theatre into a trippy hippie hideaway on a two-sided stage, Gardiner draws the audience inside the tribe’s space, and often sends the cast out into the house to make even closer connections.
Scenic designer Paige Hathaway has adorned the walls in ’60s-era photos, signs, and posters centered around a disc that beams like the sun, or serves as a screen for projections. The disparate elements — like a stairway railing that’s also a ray of light beaming from the sun — are beautifully integrated into one visually pleasing picture.
The lighting design by Jason Lyons — taking smart advantage of the opportunity Hair provides to go big with atmospheric, psychedelic hues and patterns — completes the picture, adding to the emotion evoked by Galt MacDermot’s glorious music, and Gerome Ragni and James Rado’s book and lyrics.
The songs are as groovy as ever, with Angie Benson leading the 9-piece orchestra through a rocking take on the score. Personally, I’ve heard the show sung better, although, individually, certain cast members enjoy breakout solo moments, like Dobson’s sweet vibrato on Claude’s “Where Do I Go,” or Olivia Puckett, as second-semester student protester Sheila, singing a gorgeously clear-voiced “Easy to Be Hard.”
And Nolan Montgomery puts on a mini show-within-the-show performing in drag to deliver Margaret Mead’s amusing pro-hippie “My Conviction.” Alex De Bard, in the ensemble role of Emmaretta, has several choice moments in song, particularly her brassy yet graceful flourishes in “Be In (Hare Krishna).”
But truly this cast shines in the rollicking group numbers, like a fantastically energized “I Got Life,” when their voices come together in lush harmonies, and the full ensemble is in motion, dancing Ashleigh King’s sensual, pulsating choreography. The dancing is as powerfully urgent as the acting and singing in giving life to these rebels, their culture, and their concerns.
Gardiner’s production clearly delineates the point that, whether they’ve got money or property or not, these kids whose futures are at stake deserve a say in how the world moves forward. And probably the world should do even more to consider the point of view of those not beholden to financial or political interests.
The antiwar hippies in Hair are waging battles on different ideological grounds than the protesters today, or in 2020, or the Occupy Wall Street protesters in 2011, but, similarly, they’re demanding to be heard and respected. They’re shouting “Peace now! Freedom now!” and burning their draft cards in a barrel for themselves and for the generations of young resistors yet to come.
Hair (★★★★☆) runs through July 7 at Signature Theatre, 4200 Campbell Ave., in Arlington, Va., with a Pride Night performance on June 7. Tickets are $40 to $128. Call 703-820-9771, or visit www.sigtheatre.org.
By André Hereford on August 15, 2026 @here4andre
On a blanket, beneath the stars on a sultry summer night is a great place to let the free-spirited folk music of Woody Guthrie's American Song wash over you. Still, I chose a comfortable lawn chair (available for $5 rental) at Theater Alliance's outdoor production of the musical biography, conceived and adapted by Peter Glazer from the songs and writings of trailblazing troubadour Woody Guthrie.
Director Tim Seib stages the show fluidly on a pop-up stage at the Wharf Waterfront Park, a moderately manicured patch of grass tucked between luxury condos and the Washington Channel. The hum of cicadas in the trees blends with the voices of the nine-person ensemble, most of whom also play guitar, fiddle, bass, mandolin, or keys, performing Jeff Waxman's lively arrangements of the Guthrie songbook.
By Zach Schonfeld on August 8, 2026
Jane Schoenbrun makes movies for the weirdos for whom movies are realer than real life. In their films, old films and TV shows are portals to another world, vehicles of escape for characters whose own lives are weighted down by alienation and dysphoria. In 2024's extraordinarily haunting I Saw the TV Glow, two such characters find solace in a '90s TV show called The Pink Opaque, whose nightmarish visions, filmed with campy zeal by Schoenbrun, cross over and become realer than the empty contours of their unfulfilled lives.
The filmmaker is deeply attuned to the way pop-culture obsessions can both alleviate and intensify loneliness. It almost feels like a self-fulfilling prophecy; you can easily imagine Schoenbrun's own films, beginning with 2022's eerie We're All Going to the World's Fair, serving this role, being treasured and passed around by alienated youth the way previous generations latched onto Donnie Darko or The Nightmare Before Christmas. Loneliness seeps through the pores of Schoenbrun's cinema, but so does the possibility of queer connection and self-actualization.
By André Hereford on August 15, 2026 @here4andre
An entertaining mashup of Spielbergian fantasy, '50s sci-fi, and tense domestic dramedy, The End of Oak Street gathers suspense and momentum slowly but surely. Before all hell breaks loose, a well-composed picture comes into view of a Midwest suburban cul-de-sac enjoying the summer of 1982.
Though behind the smiles and good vibes, and the gleeful neighborhood block party with limbo, music, games, and balloons, somebody, somewhere, is quietly suffering. This is the suburbs, after all.
So, it's Denise Platt (Anne Hathaway) we find suppressing her feelings of rage and resentment, despite a seemingly stable life with cheery husband Greg (Ewan McGregor), son Brian (Christian Convery), daughter Audrey (Maisy Stella), and the family's beloved dog Starbuck.
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