After the show, walking down Sutter on a too-good-to-be-true "winter" evening in San Francisco, I reflected in awe at the guts that it must take for a solo performer to put it all on the line like that. Graham Gremore has crafted something special, that many will no doubt relate to.

Frank dialog reigns supreme. We eavesdrop on some eye-opening stuff; masturbation, vaginas, penises ("beautiful") and oral performances extraordinaire are anything but off-limits.

Actors run around half-dressed, smoke weed, punk out, pour wine over their heads, make out. It might all sound insane -- and at times it approaches the threshold of what I'd consider mainstream storytelling -- if it weren't for the fact that it's so raw, entertaining.

To be a good president, I fear a man cannot be his own mentor. He cannot live the Sermon on the Mount. He must be a Machiavelli, Caesar, Borgia, an unctuous religio, a liar, a what-not, to be successful.

It's mostly guilt free, and at the SF Playhouse opening night Becky Shaw reminded me perhaps of the last (only?) good reason to be married: so I don't need to play the dating game.

I first heard Zukerman play in the early 1980’s in Avery Fisher Hall. I no longer remember what he played, but I remember knowing that it changed how I thought about music and what music was capable of.

This script may only have 75 unique words, but taken together, they had the audience jumping up and down in their seats as dogs of all colors cycled through their irrepressible antics with hats that rival Beach Blanket Babylon.

I'm convinced that exploring the other side of the brain is a highly rewarding pursuit, especially for us in Silicon Valley who often find ourselves navigating an iPad instead of a non wi-fi enabled device such as an artist's brush.

"My feelings for you are like a big bowl of fishhooks," she tells her offspring. "You can't pick out just one."

This co-production with A Contemporary Theatre (ACT) in Seattle proves beyond a reasonable doubt that Double Indemnity works as a play. All the hallmarks of a classic noir are here, right down to the dancing shadows, the smoke-filled rooms, and after hours stealth.