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Charles Lewis III

Charles Lewis III
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Charles Lewis III is a San Francisco-born journalist, theatre artist, and arts critic. You can find dodgy evidence of this at thethinkingmansidiot.wordpress.com

In ‘Before the Sword,’ beloved fantasy author becomes metaphorical Merlin

Engaging New Conservatory play puts a (slightly) queer spin on an episode in 'Sword in the Stone' writer TH White's life

‘POTUS’ may be a dumbass, but the satire is toothless, alas

Berkeley Rep comedy wants to show how hard women work behind powerful men, yet lands in generic sitcom territory.

In SF Opera’s ‘The (R)evolution of Steve Jobs,’ a dial-up portrait of a complex Goliath

The trademark jeans and turtleneck are there, but details are as thin as an iPhone in new opera

‘Il Trovatore’ offers vengeful bloodlust, mystic kidnappers, and a sprint to the finish

SF Opera's new production of Verdi's overstuffed, time-jumping, ethnically problematic opera goes for the entertainment factor

Boxing with parenthood and prejudice, plus puppet, in ‘Wolf Play’

In a perfect world, the ability to choose one’s own family would be on par with the acknowledgement of your biological kin. The excuse...

Taylor Mac’s audacious ‘Gary’ adds excess to a Shakespeare gore-fest

A sequel to 'Titus Andronicus'? You better go big, and Oakland Theater Project makes a valiant effort with minimal means.

Speculative Shakespeare, and a cocky Kit Marlowe, in Aurora’s ‘Born with Teeth’

Two giants of literature bicker literately in Liz Duffy Adams' entertainingly tinfoil-hat take on the Bard

Despite funky promise, ‘Hippest Trip’ plays like Black history written by ChatGPT

'Soul Train' tribute at ACT jumps the rails when it comes to representation, power, and even music

An excellent ‘Odyssey’ of surprises at Marin Theatre Company

Lisa Peterson puts the Western classic in the hands of four refugee women, who bring it to deeply resonant life

All hail the meat sacks! It’s Killing My Lobster’s ‘The Skin We’re In’

The troupe mines laughs from the human body's unpredictable horrors and triumphs at CounterPulse