Dry Land by Ruby Rae Spiegel drew its inspiration from a 2012 article in The New Republic concerning the assault on the reproductive rights of women in America and the lengths some found themselves forced to go through when faced with an unwanted pregnancy. In the
The Superhero and his Charming Wife purports to be “inspired by archetypes and dreams” presented in the style of “an adventure comic book”; and this description of the new production by the Not Man Apart Physical Theatre Ensemble (NMA) lives up to that claim. Sitting through
Frankly, I wasn’t planning on writing this review. I saw the show, and well
(Now please, if you can’t make it through this rather long winded harangue of homage, simply scroll to the end and check out the coming events at The Velaslavasay Panorama.) I love L.A. Most folks who come here don’t really get it. They find themselves confused and
I love speaking to a kindred soul whose passions are rooted in another field different from mine. It always fascinates me to hear them tell of their pursuit of artistic achievement using a vocabulary so utterly dissimilar from my own while yet describing essentially the
There are a number of events and venues here in L.A. which I maintain are under appreciated. I’m talking about places and performances unique to this city which I’m convinced the fine folks living here would relish the experience of – if they’d just get
There is a great deal about Swarm Cell which is commendable
John Farmanesh-Bocca has in the past impressed me. Now he’s pissed me off. Though, I am still impressed. A number of years back Farmanesh-Bocca first entered my consciousness with his staging of Ellen McLaughlin’s Ajax in Iraq at the Miles Playhouse in Santa Monica by his Not Man
I initially reviewed John Posey’s one man show, Father, Son & Holy Coach when it played at the Whitefire Theatre last year. I thought it would be interesting to have a second opportunity to consider the show again and see if time might have shifted my
Placas: The Most Dangerous Tattoo has only a week left on its limited run at Casa 0101 in Boyle Heights, which is a pity. It is a rough, poetical work about the plights of Salvadoran immigrants, driven from their homeland by the unending cycle of violence
