Just when I thought I was out, Steve Angello pulls me back in.
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?
My favorite theatrical experiences leave me with the exhilarating rush of wonder that accompanies a brain wrapping itself around a trailblazing piece of art, a feeling that can actually be summed up in the Williamstown Theatre Festival’s preferred acronym’d nomenclature.
ONE of the many subjects explored in Dangerous House — rising star Jen Silverman’s new play, marking her return to the Williamstown Theatre Festival after last summer’s superior two-hander The Roommate — could serve as a potent enzyme to catalyze a compelling drama.
Isn’t it a little too early in the year to be bitching about the Academy Awards?
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.