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Private Lives One of Noel Coward's most popular plays, Private Lives has been toasted or damned by critics as a thin, idea-less confection. But in the Kansas City Actors Theatre's revival, it reveals itself as a more cruel and prickly piece of work than you might expect. It's carried off with professional elegance, with dashing tuxes and a stately set, and it's worth the time of theater hounds, anglophiles and anyone who finds bons mots and wife beating equally hysterical. As a divorced couple smashing back into each other's lives, Melinda McCrary and Robert Gibby Brand are each a tart joy, and they swap Coward's insults with jolly sadism. When they start beating the hell out of each other, though, they seem too careful, and the audience stews, stymied at whether it's possible to laugh yet still be a good person. Through Aug. 26 at the City Stage in Union Station, 18 W. Pershing, 816-235-6222. (Reviewed in our July 12 issue.) (Alan Scherstuhl)
The Trip Fives Kansas City's best improv troupe — and likely its best ongoing comedy show — the Trip Fives do what they do without hassling the crowd. You won't be asked to shout out the names of celebrities, you won't be begged for applause and you won't be fed predictable games or suffer stale barbs about Fred Phelps or the Royals. Instead, you'll see five of the quickest comics in town joined together like a Voltron engineered to bring you nothing but the funny. The Fives perform all too rarely, and almost always to packed houses, so reservations are encouraged. 8 p.m. Saturday, July 21, at Westport Coffee House, 4010 Pennsylvania, 816-678-8886. (Alan Scherstuhl)
Twice Upon a Time: The Lorax and the Emperor's New Clothes Seussical writers Lynn Ahrens and Stephen Flaherty, the team behind this world-premiere musical, have written Broadway tunes that flatten out Dr. Seuss' poetry. With neither the words to rely on nor much set to speak of, the tale of the Lorax and his vanishing Truffula forest is left almost entirely to the imagination. Then, for reasons presumably more pragmatic than artistic, this bare-bones Lorax is paired with a lengthy, plot-stuffed take on The Emperor's New Clothes, which offers better songs, some fun performances and a more confusing narrative. Through Aug. 5 at the Coterie Theatre in Crown Center, 2450 Grand, 816-474-6552. (Reviewed in our July 5 issue.)(Alan Scherstuhl)