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Review: Acorn camps, vamps in Shakespeare's Cymbeline

Poetic fetish
When the servant Pisania (April Singley) enters to herald the opening iambs of Cymbeline , her Elizabethan diction is bracingly offset by her skintight black vinyl and fishnets.
By MEGAN GRUMBLING | May 12, 2011

Get a glimpse of Open Waters' Farms and Fables project

Planting seeds for the future
Last summer, four theater artists experienced a rather different kind of arts residency: They spent months on three local farms, planting, weeding, and talking with farm workers.
By MEGAN GRUMBLING | April 06, 2011

More Bard, another park

Acorn takes Shakespeare to the Riverbank
Just as fiddleheads and lilacs sprung early this year, so have the urban-pastoral pleasures of al fresco Shakespeare.
By MEGAN GRUMBLING | May 19, 2010

All in the timing

Acorn's Maine Playwrights Festival springs eternal
Acorn's Maine Playwrights Festival springs eternal
By MEGAN GRUMBLING | April 01, 2009

All in the family(1)

Lives and cultures clash in Lanyard premiere
“Home” isn’t necessarily a discrete, concrete place.
By MEGAN GRUMBLING | August 12, 2008

Paying the price

Acknowledging our privilege causes deep suffering
Our afflicted protagonist (Keith D. Anctil, alternating shows with Jennie Hahn) would like to lead you on a thought experiment.
By MEGAN GRUMBLING | January 16, 2008

No alibi needed

Earnest-ness at the Stage at Spring Point
Earnest also boasts one hell of a big, imperious foil of British womanhood.
By MEGAN GRUMBLING | July 18, 2007

Next generation

Building new theatrical performers at Acorn
Are you or the kids feeling pent up?
By MEGAN GRUMBLING | January 17, 2007

Back in the acts

A year in Maine theater
When it comes to dramatics, there’s plenty to toast at this year’s end.
By MEGAN GRUMBLING | December 20, 2006

Bunny babies

Plenty of rabbits, but little gimmickry
It seems that mild young Mary Toft, in a twist on the old idiom, is birthing like a bunny.
By MEGAN GRUMBLING | December 13, 2006

Scurrilous scurryings

Exposed: waterfront workers' rugged vulnerabilities
Pull out your hip flasks, everybody, because a mean fog’s rolled in and some creepy shit has been seen down by the docks: mysterious shipments; creatures torn to shreds; strange thuds, scurries, and squeaks.
By MEGAN GRUMBLING | November 01, 2006

Cold + comfort

Fall brings new thrillers and old favorites
Unlike last year’s lingering Indian summer, this autumn seems downright classical, so far, in its quintessential early chill.
By MEGAN GRUMBLING | September 13, 2006

Play’s the thing

Mad Horse rouses Stoppard’s finest
On the high-tragedy chessboard of Hamlet , the title characters are pawns, but in Tom Stoppard’s spooky, hilarious, and ingenious Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead , they are, existentially, the stars.
By MEGAN GRUMBLING | November 21, 2008