Bill Marx
Socialism is no longer a discredited word, and Fo brings an impish sense of divine comedy to the clash between the haves and the have nots.
There’s nothing wrong with preaching the value of empathy — but who would argue?
“Even in a terrain as epic and mythic and exotic as the Sahara, you cannot run away from the weight of your past.”
Audiences are always shocked by Body & Sold.
Nice Fish serves up a deliciously droll brand of American existentialism.
Be there for the birth of The Arts Fuse awards for outstanding contribution to the arts in New England.
In the theater, sentiment must be earned – Violet is moving and likable, but its pathos is only skin deep.
A genuine satirist kicks against all the pricks, relishing that he or she might challenge rather than placate audiences.
The concert “is not about any political or religious statement, it is simply about human beings wanting to give a helping hand to other human beings.”
“Mostly I want people to enjoy a feast of language, imagery, story, and the power of the actor to incite the imagination.”
The Annual Francis Davis Jazz Critics Poll at Mid-Year: Warming Up a Riff — How It Happened, and Why It Matters