Little Rock, now playing at off-Broadway’s Sheen Center for Thought & Culture, ostensibly chronicles the trials and tribulations of the Little Rock Nine, the first nine black students to integrate, amid relentless resistance, at Arkansas’ Little Rock Central High School in 1957.
I grew up adamantly insisting on separating the art from the artist.
Of the myriad of high-profile projects Lin-Manuel Miranda’s spearheaded in the wake of Hamilton’s otherworldly success — including, most recently, a truly cringeworthy American Express commercial — one of the most consistent and prolific, yet unheralded, remains his Hamildrop series.
Immersive theatre is all the rage with the kids these days.
And now, it’s time for yet another piece of art with strong conceptual ideas hamstrung by inferior execution:
Three more songs to add to The List before we ring in September:
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The 2017-2018 Broadway season was the most turgid in recent memory.
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Conformist cultural commentators on the interwebs like to boast about how TV’s toppled film in recent years.
Just when I thought I was out, Steve Angello pulls me back in.
With seemingly the entire film industry having contracted the plague of sequelitis, why don’t these endless franchises preface each installment with “previously on” montages, the sort popularized during television’s serialization epoch?
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