Too much tell, not enough show in this Amy Tan adaptation.
Frozen offers stunning performances and a frigid denouement.
Leaving my apartment the other day, I couldn’t help but overhear a young neighbor across the hall trapped in a…
Something’s very wrong with Lauren Weedman, and she’d like to tell you about it.
Why is it that whenever God’s name is cited in some socio-political controversy or other, no one bothers to talk…
A difficult proposal from ACT.
ArtsWest’s Oscar attempt means well but misses its mark.
In case you haven’t heard, Jennifer Lopez is engaged to Ben Affleck. It was an easy thing to miss: There…
I’ll give this to our mongrel, screwed-up idea of a country—we certainly know how to amuse ourselves when the chips…
No more tears (enough is enough)!
Ben Lee gives more than he gets. At only 26, he’s been burnishing his craft since his early teens, yet…
Summer means a season of trashy one-night stands.
Our public discourses on art rarely match our private pleasures; what’s inexcusable to Ebert is ecstasy for the rest of…
In case you’re overly medicated, sleepwalking, or Bill O’Reilly, you should be aware that we no longer live in a…
Jewish humor, empty show.
August Wilson’s taxi company picks up desperate rhythms.
Who needs to read with books on tape? (Or on CD, or maybe they’re not exactly books . . . whatever.)
The Village Theatre wears its Dreamcoat well.
Playwright Richard Greenberg ‘outs’ the national pastime.
Asking and telling at the Rep.
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