Best Place to Be Seduced or Enraged by a Play

Woolly Mammoth Theatre Company
641 D St. NW, (202) 393-3939
Photograph by Handout photo by Scott Suchman
OK, so it’s been a few years since D.C.’s most provocative theater company had an artistic grand slam like Clybourne Park (2010) or Mr. Burns (2012) or Stupid Fucking Bird (2013). The point of origin for so many of the 21st century’s best plays (its Clybourne Park was the second production, but only by a matter of weeks)—as well as the most infuriatingly self-absorbed, grossest, most tone-deaf show I’ve ever seen—will not be ignored. Woolly’s four homegrown shows during the 2014-15 season were more bold than brilliant, but none were boring. More recently, Rajiv Joseph’s Guards at the Taj was haunting. And with Jennifer Hale’s The Nether and Branden Jacobs-Jenkins’ An Octoroon around the corner, Woolly, even at the ripe old age of 36, is showing no interest in playing it safe. Thank goodness.