Hollywood Fringe 2016 is bubbling over with choices. Here we have two shows that share common ground and perhaps even a common philosophy. And represent an element that needs more representation in this festival of ours
Henry Mayhew, in 1841, named his pioneering humor magazine after the gleeful little murdering bastard. Neil Gaiman sought him out to use in one of his best graphic novels. Him and the Missus are clues in the 2014 thriller Gone Girl, and in the Marx
Well we’re off to the races, Hollywood Fringe 2016 has opened, and here is the first handful of reviews for your consideration. I will be employing the rating scale that should be familiar to my readers: GOLD: These are the “Oh my God!” shows. Leave your rich
The Hollywood Fringe Festival's Week One Diary—Part III is all about the Bard who is nicely represented this year with a number of works, these are a few that just struck my interest: MACDETH! From Great Britain, or as it’s known nowadays Britain, Ryan J-W Smith brings this
Hollywood Fringe, Week One —Part IV The main stays of any Fringe are the solo performances; one-man shows, one-woman, one-whatever shows. There are a whole slew of them, so I’ve divided them into categories. HISTORICAL/BIO SOLO SHOWS BLOODY BEAUTIFUL Another presentation of the Proboscis Company, featuring Erica Flor as
Next Fall by Geoffrey Nauffts is a stunningly sincere and heartfelt drama that is sure to move any audience. That may be an odd way to kick off a review, but when one leaves the Macha Theatre after the final bows are taken, what they will
"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 whom he was looking for." "But how do you know?" "I know, I know, I know!" My exaltation grew. "And you know, my
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
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
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 it because our experience with it is so shallow at that time in our lives? Or perhaps it’s that those aspects
