I can’t sleep. This will surprise no one who considers the fact that I bought The Ultimate Manilow last week,…
Transgenders walk the line.
Craig Lucas on Hollywood and hypocrisy.
Bartlett Sher brings commedia to life.
Margaret Cho goes Assassin—and she’d like you to do the same.
Asking and telling at the Rep.
Playwright Richard Greenberg ‘outs’ the national pastime.
The Village Theatre wears its Dreamcoat well.
Who needs to read with books on tape? (Or on CD, or maybe they’re not exactly books . . . whatever.)
August Wilson’s taxi company picks up desperate rhythms.
On the mat
In case you’re overly medicated, sleepwalking, or Bill O’Reilly, you should be aware that we no longer live in a…
Our public discourses on art rarely match our private pleasures; what’s inexcusable to Ebert is ecstasy for the rest of…
Summer means a season of trashy one-night stands.
Ben Lee gives more than he gets. At only 26, he’s been burnishing his craft since his early teens, yet…
No more tears (enough is enough)!
I’ll give this to our mongrel, screwed-up idea of a country—we certainly know how to amuse ourselves when the chips…
In case you haven’t heard, Jennifer Lopez is engaged to Ben Affleck. It was an easy thing to miss: There…
ArtsWest’s Oscar attempt means well but misses its mark.
A difficult proposal from ACT.
