Our demanding critics choose the best films (along with some disappointments) of the year.
After a brief respite, we were driven indoors (again) and told to stay there, so we turned to our screens for entertainment.
By all means, explore history’s tragedies on stage — virtual or otherwise. But always keep a sharp, invigorating eye on the present’s tragedies-in-the-making.
A valentine card is touching because it is short and sweet. A valentine play — even at 90 minutes with no intermission — wears out its affectionate welcome.
As sure as “the crow/Makes wing to the rooky wood,” Mrs. Macbeth is going to fall tragically short when it comes to being an inspirational role model for marginalized females everywhere.
At the very least, Ionesco’s drama about the unreality of the world should produce shudders as well as chuckles.
A hatred of self and others sits, relatively neglected, at the center of Adam Rapp’s script.
Are Boston’s stage critics disengaged from reality? Or is it that they are afraid to speak up?
Shakespearean’s version of the Bard comes off as somewhat Monty Pythonesque — we are usually marching along with “Men Men Men.”
The author’s aim is to render William Blake’s complex vision understandable to novices. It is a lucid effort, though the book presents a disappointingly conventional overview of the artist’s achievement.