American Falls by Miki Johnson is a lovely and touching piece of writing. It is a work about time and history, the history that was, the history that will be. Seven characters from the small Idaho town of American Falls; A gregarious Billy, “Mound of Clouds,” a Native
Here you have reviews of two shows The Princes of Kings Road at the Neutra Institute Museum and Gallery, and Café Society at the Odyssey Ensemble Theatre. I suggest you read them jointly as both function in revealing the strengths and flaws of the other. Along
I always feel a kinship between August Wilson and the ancient Greek playwrights. Like the dramas of Euripides and other Athenian dramatists there are always outside forces at work driving the characters of Wilson’s plays, for the Greeks it was the Gods, for Wilson the interplay
Wendy Graf has written an intelligent, craftsman work about an idealistic All American Girl seeking to convey her love of life through religious expression, first embracing Islam and then through personal tragedies, descends to the level of a terrorist. Graf’s work, which is precise, emotionally truthful
In its quintessence, theatre is the bonding of poetry and dance. That is oft forgotten in this age of directors as practitioners of non-linear deconstructionism and playwrights enamored of mono- syllabic dialogue. But neglected does not render it any the less true. Citizen: An American Lyric validates
The Antaeus Theatre Company always amazes me. The work they do is of the highest quality, and the actors that make up their company are all top tier. It is a joy to attend any production they mount, and Picnic, William Inge’s Pulitzer Prize winning drama is
Flamenco is exceptional. Nowhere is grace found infused with such power, nor the sorrow and the joy of the human condition expressed with more realness than in the music and dance of flamenco. The Fountain Theatre’s Forever Flamenco Series, under Deborah Lawlor has been California’s and, arguably, the
A life lacking passion is paralysis. The particular focus of that passion counts for beans. Take your pick: Video Games, Persian rugs, NASCAR, graffiti art, in later life Winston Churchill’s passion was masonry; what counts is the possession of a passion, one that possesses you. The rewards are
1897. The Glorious Century, a period of unprecedented peace across all Europe was at a close. As that gilded, moribund age ended, Le Théâtre du Grand Guignol began on a stage tucked deeply in a back alley of Paris’ Pigalle quarter. Its founder and first director, Oscar
Cyanne McClairian’s one woman show, I Died
