Upright Citizens Brigade Theatre
We have affordable, high quality shows seven nights a week in NYC and LA. Our original comedy videos have garnered the national spotlight. We also run the first nationally accredited improv and sketch comedy school in the country. For information on our courses visit the Training Center.
Beneath the Planet of the O'Donnellogues and I Thought You Were Dead
Two great one-person shows for only $5! John O'Donnell's "Beneath the Planet of the O'Donnellogues" and Lauren Weedman's "I Thought You Were Dead."
BENEATH THE PLANET OF THE O'DONNELLOGUES
by John O'Donnell
First came "O'Donnellogues", then "Son of O'Donnellogues". Now the great JOHN O'DONNELL of Fire Hot Burn, Harold Night Host, & Piledriver returns in: BENEATH THE PLANET OF THE O'DONNELLOGUES and invites you to enjoy an evening of both old and new stories that -- other than the fact that they all happened to him -- have little or no connection to one another. There is no theme or lesson to be learned here, just lots of laughs.
I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD
by Lauren Weedman
Directed by Kevin Mullaney
"Mr. Critzer wasn't gay, was he? He was just too busy teaching his swing choir to find a nice girl and settle down...right? In 1987, Mr. Critzer died suddenly from a "head cold" and sent one of his students on a life-long anxiety trip of Ouija Boards, faith healers, and strip-mall funerals. Is the afterlife a welcoming beam of light populated by friends and family or simply overactive glands?"
BENEATH THE PLANET OF THE O'DONNELLOGUES
by John O'Donnell
First came "O'Donnellogues", then "Son of O'Donnellogues". Now the great JOHN O'DONNELL of Fire Hot Burn, Harold Night Host, & Piledriver returns in: BENEATH THE PLANET OF THE O'DONNELLOGUES and invites you to enjoy an evening of both old and new stories that -- other than the fact that they all happened to him -- have little or no connection to one another. There is no theme or lesson to be learned here, just lots of laughs.
I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD
by Lauren Weedman
Directed by Kevin Mullaney
"Mr. Critzer wasn't gay, was he? He was just too busy teaching his swing choir to find a nice girl and settle down...right? In 1987, Mr. Critzer died suddenly from a "head cold" and sent one of his students on a life-long anxiety trip of Ouija Boards, faith healers, and strip-mall funerals. Is the afterlife a welcoming beam of light populated by friends and family or simply overactive glands?"