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The Royal Court’s not the only artistic entity that’s recently investigated the devastating consequences wrought from insidious toxic masculinity.
August brings an eclectic grab-bag of new additions to 2018’s SHOOT IT STRAIGHT INTO MY FUCKING VEINS List:
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Write All Nite’s been all quiet on the news front of late.
Late-night talk-show interviews are the bane of my existence.
You may have noticed in my belated recap of the 2017-2018 Broadway season a severe lack of love for The Band’s Visit, the consensus pick for the best new musical of the year.
In addition to wrestling with how portions of Permission have lodged themselves in my psyche, inspiring me — through the sheer force of will that is artistic brilliance — to reevaluate my own (if I may say so myself, quite happy) relationship, I’m now also left wondering why the movie didn’t receive a proper theatrical release.
Hyper-verbal, yet still cinematically expressionistic, adult relationship dramas are unfortunately hard to find in movie theaters nowadays.
Like the best musical theatre composers, Jason Robert Brown externalizes the minutest — though no less significant — inner emotions, bringing them to the fore through soaring songs whose elevated registers match the extremity of the dissected feelings.