Theater
Dramatist Jeffrey Hatcher didn’t become a working adaptor until the mid-1990s. He saw that some of his playwright friends were doing it and he thought: “Why not me?”
The pleasure of Talley’s Folly is in its details, the give-and-take of the dialogue, the smaller and larger revelations they tease out of each other, the characterization of the two human creatures dancing their dance.
Alan Ayckbourn’s Absurd Person Singular is a comedy of total narcissism — belly-laugh jokes accompanied by a cold cruelty.
In this brilliantly written play, Kenneth Lonergan finds both the humor and angst in the moral muddle generated by the Reagan Revolution.
If you’ve been thinking of visiting The Mount, the sumptuous writer’s retreat Edith Wharton built for herself in the Berkshires at the turn of the twentieth century, now is the time.
Arts Fuse critics select the best in music, theater, visual arts, and film that’s coming up this week.
Nothing is going to be done about the appearance of the review in the Boston Globe. The reasoning is that, because the newspaper didn’t send its own critic, it hadn’t broken the ban. This is inconsistent and disingenuous.
We stirred in a number of scrappier shows at more experimental venues and were treated to Edinburgh’s wild and wonderful arts extravaganza.
So what’s a hero to do but throw punches and kicks in the name of love and forgiveness?
The Annual Francis Davis Jazz Critics Poll at Mid-Year: Warming Up a Riff — How It Happened, and Why It Matters