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Enter Laughing You'd be hard-pressed to find a play as sweet and family-friendly as this one. It's as warm and cozy as your favorite old sweater, if a little threadbare. Based on a partly autobiographical novel by legendary comedy writer Carl Reiner (Your Show of Shows, Dick Van Dyke Show), Joseph Stein's 1963 adaptation for Broadway is loving and nonthreatening, entertaining and genial. If plays were rated like movies, Theatre Southwest's production would be a definite G, suitable for all audiences, which is fine, because every now and then, it's nice to go to the theater and not have to think -- just sit back, relax and grin. Nebbish David (an easygoing, charming Aaron Thompson) "wants to be somebody" but right now works as a delivery boy for a small-time women's hatmaker in NYC's garment center. His parents, strictly out of the Jewish school of theatrical parents, who know all about guilt and worry, want David to be a pharmacist, but David dreams of being an actor. When he spies an ad in the paper for prospective students for Harrison Marlowe's school of dramatic arts, his heart leaps. Marlowe (Scott Holmes), a rich-voiced, second-rate ham, bilks his students for tuition, but he sorely needs a leading man, and Marlowe's sexpot daughter takes a liking to the eager puppy. Complications ensue, of course, as David stays out too late rehearsing, his parents fret and his girlfriend gets jealous. The sprightly cast makes the most of this fluff, with Thompson, Holmes and Mack Hays, as the fatherly hatter, delivering standout performances that make us believe in a story where the conflicts are small, gentleness is all and dreams are fulfilled. Through January 27. 8944-A Clarkcrest, 713-661-9505.

Hamlet The world's most famous -- and, some would say, best -- play goes goth in Nova Arts Project's somewhat misguided, but vigorous, staging. In this show, adapted and directed by noted Houston "fight director" Brian Byrnes, Prince Hamlet and the entire court at Elsinore zoom and ricochet around the midnight-dark small theater space with no downtime for anything so mundane as introspection or self-awareness. Shakespeare's justly celebrated soliloquies have been slashed to the bone, rearranged or deleted, as if the characters can't be bothered to tell us their thoughts. This makes mincemeat of poor Will's great themes and psychological understanding, but it does move the story by astounding leaps and bounds. For a man of crippling inaction, this Hamlet never stops moving. Fortunately, Aaron White, as the young prince commanded by the ghost of his dead father to avenge his murder, moves superbly and tosses off the Bard's fabulous poetry with astonishing aplomb and conversational know-how. His is a vibrant, young, deeply-felt Hamlet who shines through all the murky trappings that threaten to turn Shakespeare's sublime tragedy into something akin to CSI: Denmark. When we're at a loss with cremation chambers, riot police, prisoners from Abu Ghraib, demented Ophelia strapped to a gurney or Queen Gertrude severing the finger from her dead husband to get at the wedding ring, there's energetic White to pull our focus squarely back where it belongs: to this most glorious play, and the young man caught so horribly in a world not of his choosing. Through January 20. Jose Quintero Lab Theatre at the University of Houston, Entrance No. 16 off Cullen Blvd., 713-623-4033.

Bell, Book and Candle Casting directors take note: There's a new face in town (new to us, anyway), and it belongs to one of the most strikingly original actors we've seen in a long time -- Morgan McCarthy, now setting the stage afire at Country Playhouse as the enchantingly sexy witch Gillian in John Van Druten's 1950 romantic comedy. Young McCarthy, fresh out of the University of St. Thomas, needs no potions nor spells to bewitch, bother and bewilder; she performs her theatrical magic without tricks and so totally inhabits her character, it's difficult to tell where her prodigious powers might lead. Now, if director Joey Milillo would just leave her be, instead of zooming her across the stage at every opportunity, we could concentrate on what she's doing. She's up, down, practically flying through the air, and so is everybody else in this frenetic staging -- when they're not standing behind the sofa that blocks our view. There's a telling gay subtext in Van Druten's alchemy, with its emphasis on being "one of them," "ashamed of what you are" and having "regular hangouts and bars," but you could also read into this references to the Communist witch-hunts of Joe McCarthy. That's just the minor fun in this elegant, sly play, anyway. John Dunn, as the hapless mortal who falls hard under Gillian's spell and even harder when the spell's reversed, plays the arch dialogue with easy charm; Thomas Blanton, as Gillian's playboy brother who uses his magic as a parlor trick to get girls, is all wicked bad-boy; and Carolyn Montgomery, as the dotty aunt all atwitter at her underworld powers, has daffy charm. Chris Tennison, as anthropologist Redlitch, who stumbles into the coven, bellows and roars as if in deepest Africa searching for Livingston. He has no charm. I think he's in the wrong play. But exotic McCarthy is definitely in the right spot, and you should be, too, to witness her thorough enchantment. Through January 28. 12802 Queensbury, 713-467-4497.

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