Jaden Smith’s Syre is nepotism at its finest.
Jaden Smith’s Syre is nepotism at its finest.
Cyhi The Prynce’s No Dope on Sundays features raw, relentless rap, unencumbered by the modern plague of overproduction.
One of my favorite sounds to hear in a theater after a movie ends is no sound at all. This silence usually marks a truly special shared experience, like a hushed reverence.
Continue reading “BPM (BEATS PER MINUTE): A Fictional Document of Truth”
10.5 months ago, I made a New Year’s resolution to listen to every single album that cracked Apple Music’s Top 30, plus any others released by big-name artists.
Every year, I track all the major off-Broadway theatre company’s seasons to determine whose deserves to be crowned the best of, currently, 2017-2018. It’s still too early to declare a winner, but based on its three revivals this fall, the Signature Theatre looks like the odds-on favorites.
Continue reading “JESUS HOPPED THE ‘A’ TRAIN (Signature Theatre)”
I’ve long differentiated actors from performers.
WHAAAAAAAAT THEEEEEEE FUUUUUUUUUCK?!?!?!?!
Continue reading “CONQUEST OF THE UNIVERSE OR WHEN QUEENS COLLIDE (La Mama)”
Given the relatively newfound popularity of 90-minute plays, double-bills of one-acts have largely gone out of style. What hasn’t faded over hundreds of years of theatre history are works that mix farce and slapstick, with a plethora of self-aware winking thrown in.
Continue reading “MARCEL + THE ART OF LAUGHTER (Theatre for a New Audience)”
Tony Kushner once likened a complex play to a lasagna. Much like an Italian-minded chef, a writer should try to stuff as many different ingredients as possible into their constructions to expansively deepen the flavor, yet not too many as to make the overall structure tumble under its own excessive weight – a tenuous balancing act that requires precise hands to create such complicated concoctions.
Continue reading “SUBURBICON: When Someone Other Than the Coen Brothers Makes a Coen Brothers Movie”
I voraciously seek out any and all innovatively-designed animated movies, especially those that deviate as much as possible from the customary 3-D block-graphics popularized by Pixar, Dreamworks, Disney, Sony, etc. Given the inextricable relationship between content and form, if artists change the form that these stories take, it will open up vastly different worlds of content, desperately needed in the increasingly-tired animated sector (as I previously detailed here).
Continue reading “LOVING VINCENT: Loving the Animation, Not-Loving Everything Else”