A chorus of veiled women translates intangible concepts into a haunting soundscape for director Sylvia Blush’s rendition of “Medea.” The play, which opens at UCLA’s Little Theater on Friday and runs ...

It’s been more than a dozen years since Kristina Leach’s “The Medea Project” was first staged, her updated take on the Greek tragedy getting its world premiere courtesy Fullerton’s now-defunct Hunger ...

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It should have worked better. Classical Theatre’s season opener, Medea, has all the talent, tools and twists to make Euripides’ classical play something remarkable. There’s the crisp 95-minute runtime ...

Laughter is seldom heard in Greek tragedy. The achievement of writer Tom Paulin and his director Barrie Rutter - if achievement be the word - is to make the audience snort, sigh and at times laugh in ...

The Theatre School at DePaul University's Showcase Series of Contemporary Plays and Classics presents MEDEA by Euripides, translated by Frederic Raphael & Kenneth McLeish, and directed by Damon Kiely.

From the lofty parapet of Mount Olympus to the tortured currents of the River Styx, the gods have no fury like a woman scorned. None, at least, like the woman in “Medea,” directed by Celeste Cahn ’15 ...

MEDEA: Tragedy. By Euripides. Directed by Deborah Warner. (Through Nov. 25. Abbey Theatre at Zellerbach Playhouse, UC Berkeley. 80 minutes. Tickets $36- $56. (510) 642-9988, www.calperfs.berkeley.edu) ...

When one has a horrible day or goes through a breakup, where does one go to cry unrelentingly? Most likely to the bathroom, just as the titular character in Miriam Grill’s thesis production of “Medea” ...

“Passion is the root of all of our sin, and all our suffering,” Medea cries as she contemplates executing one of the most heinous crimes imaginable­—infanticide. Euripides, perhaps the greatest of all ...

Driving across the bridge; the two Pugin steeples; in minutes we are swallowed by Wexford’s streets. The corridors of the opera house are filling up with young singers whose names I try to learn ...