by Ernest Kearney — Playwright Henry David Hwang has joined the ranks of an exclusive group. James Thurber the humorist best known for The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, was six when he was shot in the left eye by a playmate’s arrow. He would go
By Ernest Kearney — In my opinion, Long Beach’s International City Theatre artistic director, caryn desai has a genius for selecting and staging plays that are fail-safe, in so far as proving fully satisfying experiences for
By Ernest Kearney — This is Festival Fringe Time in Hollywood 2018 -Part II. This being Hollywood Fringe, one should expect a few shows dealing with the lure of fame and the pitfalls of its pursuit.
By Ernest Kearney — It’s that time once again L.A.! — June! The six month of the year, one of four boasting 30 days, the official flowers of which are the honeysuckle representing “generosity” and “devotion,” and the rose representing…I dunno, “red things with pointy
By Ernest Kearney — Bad Jews at the Odyssey Theatre Ensemble was hard for me to watch. Hard in the same way I find it impossible to watch the British comedy The Office (BBC) by Ricky Gervais and Stephen Merchant. Don’t misunderstand me, I recognize the genius
by Ernest Kearney — Ice at the 24th Street Theatre is really a matter of “All the King’s horses and all the King’s men.” Now there are few theaters in Los Angeles that can approach the 24th Street Theatre in either its quality of work or
by Ernest Kearney — The origins of Taiko drumming in Japan is lost in that vast attic called history, but the conservative scholars will tell you that it appeared in Japan, between the 5th and 6th centuries C.E., imported from either China or Korea.
by Ernest Kearney — Imagine if Donald Trump was president for life, that all the TV stations were operated by Fox News and that the nation’s population was an overwhelming mish-mash of “dittoheads,” “truthers,” and “birthers.” Well, welcome to Bassem Youssef’s world. If that name sounds vaguely
by Ernest Kearney — In "Keith Moon the Real Me," playing at Hudson Theatre’s Maintstage thru April 15, writer and performer Mick Berry certainly does look the part, bearing more than a passing resemblance to the drummer who died of an over-dose in 1978
by Ernest Kearney — Forough Farrokhzad was the subject of Sussan Deyhim’s The House is Black which I recently reviewed at the Wallis Annenberg Center for the Performing Arts. Little known outside of Iran, Farrokhzad was famously infamous in her native land, both, as a
