Review
Iris Murdoch proves a wonderful companion: funny, honest, insightful, and courageous.
An air of anachronism hangs over the ZSC production of Cakewalk, particularly regarding its treatment of racial and social issues.
With conformity on the march, Ionesco’s Rhinoceros remains as timely as ever.
I’m deeply grateful to Arts Emerson for bringing the Maly Drama Theatre to Boston and hope for more.
This year’s Taste of Iceland is bringing in only one film, Rock in Reykjavik, and it is screening only once.
The rapturous reaction to Boston Ballet’s performance on Sunday afternoon demonstrated that this kind of work can still move an audience.
Brian Seibert’s history of tap dancing has unleashed something I can only describe as a tap world pissing contest.
Those assembled at Boston’s Jordan Hall were thoroughly prepared to be enraptured.
Jason Isbell has got sober, and his songs ring with the urgency of the newly recovered (and newly remarried, to his violinist Amanda Shires).
Okada’s play reflects how skepticism has become the default stance for young adults shellshocked by post-recession economic restructuring.
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