In Stephanie Timms new play, evolution is reversed, and so is our hold on certainty.
Webbers stinginess with melody daunts ArtsWests star.
Getting to know Lauren Weedman.
Humans battle robots to a disco beat.
In a stunning production, the play is the only thing thats wrong.
Things are always darkest not before the dawn, but just before they go completely black. At least that’s the gist…
The ’50s on wheels.
So I have this friend who loves Mexican food and hates cilantro. “But,” I always caution her, “cilantro is one…
If neither desperation nor emasculation are particularly pretty to watch, why the hell does David Mamet’s1982 play—which spelunks the depths…
Bartlett Sher reverently restores a tropical fairy tale.
A very uncivilized dinner party.
Glorious in every way, but we like shows to be about something.
One hell of a bravura performance, in a confectioners delight.
Under the laughs, Troy Mink hints at the divas demons.
Whom would you save: Salinger or Huey Lewis?
A shoestring production brims with character and heart.
Lose yourself in a sugar coma with an American Idol alum.
Their influence may ultimately be nothing compared to what straights have done.
Trim back the bombast, and Catch Me If You Can will be a smash.
Close encounters with a journalism icon.
