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Anchored by the assured direction of Cailin Doran and Jade Wheeler’s dazzling performance, Who is Eartha Mae? sings with truth.
I find it a little disturbing how The Soprano’s themes seem to have culminated in the election of our current President.
Despite the soap opera details, Everybody Knows never becomes implausible.
The generally enjoyable Bedlam production of Pygmalion doesn’t quite settle for the glucose bait.
What makes Portland Stage’s production of Earnest such a delight is its physicality.
“You don’t really know how to perform bluegrass until you interact with others.”
Mark Morris and Ethan Iverson chose songs from the famous album for reflection and extrapolation. What they made is an entertainment, a romp for the company’s terrific dancers.
Shame on you, Academy, for such feeble, uninspired, downer picks.
Arts Commentary: My Blackface Confession
Did I try to fit in at my segregated school, betraying my father and his values to be a popular white boy?
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