Pauline Kael capitalized on counterculture snobbery, the pecking order of the oh-so enlightened.
For me, Sweat hits its riveting stride in its second half, when the pressures of the strike tests the relationships of its working class characters.
Praxis Stage picked the right time to stage a Shakespeare play about a head of state who doesn’t have anything on his mind but corruption.
For America to get back on track, “It will take inspired radical leadership, mass organizing, and citizen mobilization of the kind that we see only in America’s finest hours.”
In the spirit of Passover’s four questions, I will ask: Why this play of all plays?
Timon is a fascinating, if lumpy and bumpy, black comedy with a nihilistic sting, a lacerating parable about how the worship of gold warps individuals and society.
The Shadow Whose Prey the Hunter Becomes suggests some marvelous possibilities.
Few critics proclaimed that the emperor was naked as a jaybird with as much savvy panache.
Octavio Solis’ Quixote Nuevo, is a genial, and very American, riff on Don Quixote.
Those who value serious journalism (as well as the rights of journalists) should be quite worried about just how lethally Boston Globe management is attempting to undercut the newspaper’s union.