Saturday night at Musical Theatre West was a more than fit night out for man and beast. It was a knockout.

Saying that you admire the "complications" or the "clever turns" of a script is a polite way of saying that the script stinks. Murder by the Book doesn't stink, but only because of the able direction of Nunn and the ensemble performances.

In an era of discredited priests, apostasy and religious fundamentalism, what the world needs is a good old saint; miracles not required.

Is Los Angeles theatre big enough for three simultaneous productions by Stephen Adly Guirgis? All irreverent, topical, and explosive, the answer is a resounding "yes."

This exhibit proves that as long as Earth sustains human life, then sitters will furnish inspiration for portrait painters.

The surfaces of her canvases seem to roil with spillage, splats, and collisions. Forms seem to rip asunder. Together these elements seem to describe the aftermath of an aesthetic storm.

Nourished on wistful humor and piercing intelligence, London-based artist Peter Santi's work embarks on a quixotic journey through a world re-configured by human interaction with machines that erase distinctions between nature, artifice, human, machine, and gender.