Everyone is singing Dancing in the Moonlight, we thought we should too. Took inspiration from the Olive Klug cover :-)

Shotgun Players opens the 2023 Season with a quest for love. De Marivaux's 'The Triumph of Love' follows the fierce and driven princess Leonide as she adopts the dress and prerogatives of a man, invades the retreat of a rationalist philosopher who hates love (and her!), and conspires to win the object of her desire. As the emotional stakes rise, gender confusion abounds in hilarious and dramatic ways. Starring Veronica Renner ('Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812'). Playing now through April 23, 2023

founding artistic director of Shotgun Players Patrick Dooley joined KRON 4’s Kyla Grogan to discuss the upcoming performances of this hit play. Watch the clip to see a sneak peek of one of the scenes.

Veronica Renner

Check out the full-length trailer for the Shotgun Players production of Dave Malloy's 'Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812'. The West Coast premiere plays at the Ashby Stage in Berkeley now through Winter 2023. The performance is also streaming live on November 17 and December 1, 2022. Tickets at shotgunplayers.org Trailer by Jess Thomas at oneshoefilm.com

Shotgun Players Natasha, Pierre & the Great Comet of 1812 dueling Sonyas together under the big top for one night only. Pardon any chunky harmonies.

These guys did it wrong. MASTER CINEMATOGRAPHER: https://www.youtube.com/c/TalKissos Co-written by Kyle Metz

2017 UCI MT 3 Project Kent Burns & Veronica Renner

An excerpt of Lemony Snicket's love letter to end all love letters. Animation: Kinsey Lahn Music: Love by David Foster Text: Always. Continuously. With increasing apprehension, and decreasing hope. I will love you with no regard to the actions of our enemies or the jealousies of actors. I will love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends. I will love you no matter what is served in the world’s cafeterias or what game is played at each and every recess. I will love you as the doctor loves his sickest patient and a lake loves its thirstiest swimmer. I will love you as the iceberg loves the ship, and the passengers love the lifeboat and the lifeboat loves the teeth of the sperm whale. I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, no matter where you avoid and who you don’t see, and no matter who sees you avoiding where you go. I will love you as we grow older, which has just happened, and has happened again, and happened several days ago, continuously, and then several years before that, and will continue to happen as the spinning hands of every clock and the flipping pages of every calendar mark the passage of time. Except for the clocks that people have forgotten to wind and the calendars that people have forgotten to place in a highly visible area. I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close that we could slip the curved straw, and the long, slender spoon, between our lips and fingers respectively. I will love you until the chances of us running into one another slip from skim to zero. I will love you if you don’t marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else. I will love you if you have a child, and I will love you if you have two children, or three children, or even more, although I personally think three is plenty, and I will love you if you never marry at all, and never have children, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all, and I must say that on late, cold nights I prefer this scenario out of all the scenarios I have mentioned. That, Beatrice, is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.