Lysistrata ... isn't that the comedy with the men stuck in an endless war, so the women go on a sex strike, and the men can't fight anymore because (as becomes enormously evident when they reappear onstage) particular bodily appendages of theirs have become enflamed with desire? Yeah, some jokes — even when they're 2,400 years old — never grow old. The Civic's production in 2004 had the men flouncing around with polystyrene swimming pool "noodles" protruding upwards from their groins. (Wires provided added, um, stiffness.) And when you're attached to a stiff noodle, it's difficult to maintain even a modicum of dignity. (That Aristophanes, such a joker.) Fr. Kevin Connell, S.J. — the Jesuit priest who is principal at Gonzaga Prep and who will be directing the Gonzaga University production of Lysistrata at the Magnuson Theater in College Hall, March 25-28 — has advised us that the G.U. male actors won't have any noodles, "though we've found an interesting and, I think, unique way" to represent the men's, er, predicament. Don't bring the kids, but do bring your sense of humor.
This is from the Gonzaga University website.