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Woodstock Shakespeare Festival’s Pericles opens July 26

Woodstock Shakespeare Festival’s Pericles opens July 26

Mounting some of the Bard’s more obscure, rarely seen plays seems to be trending among our region’s purveyors of summertime Shakespeare. The latest to jump on the repertoire-expansion bandwagon is the Bird-on-a-Cliff Theatre Company, whose offering for this 24th season of the Woodstock Shakespeare Festival is a true outlier: Pericles, Prince of Tyre.

Maiden’s all-female crew breaks boundaries in the male-dominated sport of yacht racing

Maiden’s all-female crew breaks boundaries in the male-dominated sport of yacht racing

On rare occasions, a documentary film tells a story so engaging at the heart level that it could have been a folk song. In the case of Alex Holmes’ Maiden — currently screening at Upstate Films, and coming to the Rosendale Theatre August 9 — it’s a variant on the classic tale of a bold English lass who runs away to sea to escape a wicked stepparent. Only this time, instead of cutting off her lovely locks and disguising herself as a cabin boy, this “female rambling sailor” acquires her own ship and recruits a whole crew of similarly adventurous young women to beat the lads at their own game.

You pick whodunit in Shear Madness at Shadowland

You pick whodunit in Shear Madness at Shadowland

Through Aug. 18: Shear Madness has an interesting history. It’s essentially a food-free stage version of the now-ubiquitous participatory phenomenon known as murder mystery dinner theater, which itself is rooted in games that became popular in Great Britain beginning in the late 19th century, following a notorious 1860 child-killing known as the Road Hill Murder.

Voice Theatre conjures up a frothy, frisky Blithe Spirit at Byrdcliffe

Voice Theatre conjures up a frothy, frisky Blithe Spirit at Byrdcliffe

Thursday-Sunday, July 11-28: Though dense with the rapid-fire witty banter for which the playwright is renowned, Blithe Spirit’s tone is as lightweight as ectoplasm, treating the subject of death so casually that British audiences demoralized by their losses in World War II found the play a welcome tonic. Its West End run ran for 1,997 performances, setting a record at the time for non-musicals, and it quickly moved on to Broadway.