In fact, it amuses me to no end that some of the material on their website (particularly the description of Penumbra in the Garden of Twilight’s Cucumbers, the fictional play they’d intended to produce before settling on Delirium Tremens) and in the program so far exceeds in cleverness and craft the dialogue in Delirium Tremens itself.

After the rather lackluster The Other Place, the usually metronomically reliable Boulder Ensemble Theatre Company (BETC) comes back strong with Bach at Leipzig. If you enjoyed the movie Amadeus — and if you haven’t seen that film I can’t recommend it enough — you’ll revel in this jaunty, cheeky, fictionalized look at the cutthroat competition to assume one of the highest posts in the rarified world of music in Germany circa 1722.

For troupes like Playback Theatre West, audience participation isn’t about who can shout their ridiculous word loudest. Audience members are instead invited to share personal stories for actors to interpret on stage.

Even if you are a Dawkins-lovin’, God-mockin’, card-carryin’ atheist, the odds are that during your youth you spent some time in and around a church or synagogue.

A date takes a wrong turn and ends up in an orgy; someone spontaneously kisses a cab driver with irresistible eyes; McDonald’s serves as the backdrop for a break up; a guy decides he’d rather stay single than fall in love with a girl named Aphrodite.

To quote Public Enemy, “Don’t believe the hype.” To paraphrase the Dead Milkmen, I’m not saying that The Other Place isn’t a good play. It’s a fine play, an all-American play full of good, upstanding people.

A few days before her African dance class presentation, University of Colorado Boulder student Jessie DePasquale’s dance partner said she wouldn’t be there.

The festival is a proud product of the University of Colorado Boulder and a cherished cultural gem in the city of Boulder. But according to numbers provided by the university, in only one of those years, 2000, did the festival post a profit.

Love. It’s life’s sweetest reward. If you let it flow, it floats back to you. Love can be exciting. It can be new. And if you get on board with love, it might even be expecting you.

If you’ve seen even a small handful of movie commercials over the past decade or so, your mind’s ear will immediately recall the intense, slightly gravelly voice I’m referring to when I ask you to imagine an ad that starts, “In a world where mutants run the surface and pterodactyls rule the sky, the only way out is underground.”