"Be More Chill," an upbeat, offbeat sci-fi high school musical, with songs by Joe Iconis and a fan-fave featured performance by George Salazar, is a viral sensation.

Rachel Bay Jones' reputation precedes her. Well, sort of.

Lynn Nottage's Pulitzer Prize-winning drama "Sweat" defies initial expectations.

Last week Out There was lucky enough to catch two major figures from contemporary LGBT arts & culture live in performance, and to learn what they're up to these days.

Choreographer and performer Monique Jenkinson, in the guise of her drag queen persona Fauxnique, and her longtime partner, electronic composer Marc Kate, will premier their first full collaboration, "Girl," at the Joe Goode Annex.

"Oslo" playwright J.T. Rogers is far less interested in heads of state than in the hearts and minds of the people behind them.

Get ready for a barnburner. "The Goat, or Who Is Sylvia?," now singeing audience eyebrows at the Custom Made Theatre, is the late Edward Albee's most uproarious, in-your-face play by a long shot.

In the wake of last week's unintentionally laughable Kavanaugh Confirmation follies, one might attend "Red Scare on Sunset," Charles Busch's high-camp take on the pinko paranoia of mid-20th century Hollywood, thirsty for a comic tonic.

"Terror Vault," an immersive haunted journey though the underground vaults at the historic old San Francisco Mint, opens on Oct. 10 for a four-week run.

After 16 years on the musical theater A-list, Gavin Creel's performance at the Venetian Room on Oct. 14, as part of the Bay Area Cabaret series, will be his first major concert of showtunes.

Do you enjoy puzzles? If you answered "Yes," please continue to the next question; you may be a likely admirer of Christopher Chen's "You Mean To Do Me Harm" now playing at the San Francisco Playhouse.

Last week Out There was in the house when "On Your Feet!," the touring Emilio & Gloria Estefan Broadway musical, opened at the newly remodeled SHN Golden Gate Theatre.

Berkeley Rep's new season blew in on a chilly Norwegian breeze with last Thursday night's opening of "A Doll's House, Part 2."

I felt jealous of the gentleman sitting in front of me at a performance of Theater Rhinoceros' "Dead and Breathing" last week. For 10 of the show's 90 minutes, he escaped, drifting off to sleep.