‘West Side Story’ and ‘The Racket’ speak in tongues.
In an increasingly uncertain world, there are certain things I know: that anyone professing virginity on Elimidate is not going…
Getting to the root of a favorite summer soda.
Intiman gives Steinbeck’s Grapes of Wrath a speech-free staging.
The best thing local theater can do this fall is let us discover our own emotions.
Vera Wilde marries well.
So “pedophile” is the new hip buzzword. Great. It’s curious that whenever conservatives run the world, we’re all encouraged to…
“Swinging” documentary lays bare the complexities of sexual liberation.
Are you experienced?
While I’m still reeling from the unexpected passing of Pope John Paul II— although I did receive a lovely handwritten…
Neil Diamond doesn’t have to sing anymore; he can just stand onstage and declare. This is a good thing, since,…
Among the many recent news flashes that are ostensibly revelations to the American media but which don’t surprise me at…
Also: Epitaph.
Boys to Men
It’s pay to play at the Hill’s capital of cool.
Margaret Cho should stick to punch lines.
The nonsense of princesses, poultry, and being P.C.
You know, Hollywood gets a bum rap, but as far as I’m concerned it’s a town full of real people….
Sandra Bernhard returns to tell it like it is.
Many readers assume I spend my free time lounging around in a rainbow-flag-colored muumuu, curled up next to my cat…
