Debra Cash
Over the next 90 minutes, Faye Driscoll and Aaron Mattocks stepped, bounced, shrieked and scrabbled through a series of 20 to 30-count episodes, much of it having to do with orality.
Read MoreWhere “Little Rhapsodies” is a ballet that winks with the implication that no one will really get hurt, “Crisis Variations”, choreographed last season, lurches into the void.
Read MoreAnna Sokolow’s art was the gift of distillation, designed around the choreographic mot juste and saying only that and nothing else. Performed by the right dancers, adequately coached, that simplicity can be resonant.
Read MoreThe latest play by the celebrated Israeli writer A.B. Yehoshua is a historical drama that revolves around an imaginary conversation between two major political rivals about Zionism and the founding of Israel. Israeli Stage is presenting the American premiere of a staged reading of the script.
Read MoreIn the encyclopedic, fascinating, and intermittently infuriating “The Woman Reader,” author Belinda Jack argues that we should not fear the battle between paper vs. pixels, but value reading and the ways it nourishes a woman’s inner life.
Read MoreArts Remembrance: The Man Who Colored Outside the Lines — An Appreciation of Remy Charlip, 1929-2012
The late Remy Charlip always crossed from the visual to the kinetic and back again.
Read MoreThis is the first of a series of occasional essays where Fuse Dance Critic Debra Cash will reflect on dances made for camera and new technologies. As they used to say, don’t touch that dial!
Simon Garfield’s tour of fonts, Just My Type, is a rollicking, sometimes snarky social history of the design decisions behind lettering from Gutenberg to the iPad.
Read MoreThe new documentary,
Dance Commentary: In Short Order
None of the Boston Dances Made to Order submissions dodged dance-on-camera cliches. There was a lot random dancing outdoors, body parts — especially hands and feet — shot in close-up, and random objects (mirrors, food) revealed by camera pans.
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