By Ernest Kearney — First Note: Hannah Leskosky is a wonderful ventriloquist. Second Note: Her show is too short.
"He was looking for someone else, you say—someone who was not you?" "He was looking for little Miles." A portentous clearness now possessed me. "That’s
Dry Land by Ruby Rae Spiegel drew its inspiration from a 2012 article in The New Republic concerning the assault on the reproductive rights
The Superhero and his Charming Wife purports to be “inspired by archetypes and dreams” presented in the style of “an adventure comic book”; and
Frankly, I wasn’t planning on writing this review. I saw the show, and well
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
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
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
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
The bed is our most formidable arena. And two people in bed alone are never really by themselves. Bed by Sheila Callaghan, is a slight piece
Katori Hall’s The Mountaintop won the 2010 British Olivier Award for Best New Play. In 2011 it opened in New York with Samuel L. Jackson
Stephen Sachs is an intellectual juggernaut of a playwright who plumbs premises for his pieces from the pages of the Los Angeles Times and
Seven years prior to American Idol breaking out on Fox to become one of the most successful and talked about television shows in U.S.
Noel Coward’s Hay Fever at Theatre Palisades is a wonderfully delivered comedy of manners. Laughs and folly spring from the situation and well-turned phrases. At
The year 2015 is slipping away into history, and more importantly into memory. We are oblivious to the value of memory in our youth. Is
“Hell is really cold, wet and smells like fish.” In the tale of his time as a greenhorn on a commercial fishing barge in the
As casual as can be, Julia Migenes strolls on the nearly bare stage at the Odyssey Ensemble Theatre. The only other presence is that
“Clip Show” A clip show is primarily a creature inhabiting the realm of television. Basically it denotes a particular episode, sometimes called cheaters, in which the
Meg Miroshnik’s The Fairytale Lives of Russian Girls is a frequently poetic, consistently absorbing mishmash of Paglia’s pronouncements, Bettelheim’s theories and a cascade of
If that be the fashion of your dreams then I say hold on to those dreams