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EDITOR’S NOTE
Wild Project schedules shows for Fresh Fruit Festival
The Fresh Fruit Festival has announced an array of productions to take place at the Wild Project (195 E. 3rd St.) beginning April 20 and running through May 3. Featuring a variety of productions on LGBTQ+ themes, the offerings range from sci-fi melodrama (Quantum Gravity, by Jude Kramer) to comedy (When We Practice to Deceive, by Reginald T. Jackson) to musical (Mister Snickers..., by Michael Raimondi) to a play grounded in historical details (Billy to His Friends, by Cassandra Rose, focusing on Oliver "Billy" Sipple, the gay man who saved President Gerald Ford’s life in an assassination attempt). The festival also includes one-acts and staged readings. For a complete lineup, visit freshfruitfestival.com. —Edward Karam
La MaMa will present a rare revival of Spider Rabbit by Beat poet, novelist, and Obie-winning playwright Michael McClure (1932–2020) beginning March 26 at The Club (74A East 4th St.). The production will reunite two icons of New York’s experimental theater scene, performer Tony Torn and director Dan Safer. Written in 1971, Spider Rabbit is “an absurdist, anti-war, gargoyle cartoon” that Torn’s father, the late actor Rip Torn, produced in 1980—the elder Torn was a longtime champion of McClure’s plays. Performances of Spider Rabbit will run through April 12. For tickets and more information, visit www.lamama.org/spider-rabbit/. —Edward Karam

Ulster American, David Ireland’s reworking of his 2016 play, wants to shock from the moment it begins, with two ostensibly progressive white men discussing whether it’s acceptable for white people to reclaim the N-word as their own. The play seems to position itself as a no-holds-barred satire, steeped in the cynicism of David Mamet and Martin McDonagh. But what exactly is being satirized and to what end? A rare miss for the Irish Rep and for the great Ciarán O’Reilly, who directs, Ulster American never moves past the surface of its faux-bad-boy persona; it’s a satire too lazy to be satirical and with humor too juvenile to actually offend.