The unruly brain and bad habits of a writer, artist, and grilled cheese sandwich-enthusiast.
(Belated by embargo) The centerpiece film of SF Indiefest 2021 is a vibrant poetic love letter to the City of Angels.
Aurora’s audio show – originally intended for a live production – adds to the dreamlike quality of Toni Morrison’s debut story.
The inaugural entry in the ACT’s new reading series is Alice Childress’ all-too-relevant 1957 classic.
Two great companies collab for a show that uses a popular lie to tell a troubling rape narrative.
NCTC world premieres an audio solo play about Black pain during the pandemic.
Everyone involved in this should be ashamed. EVERYONE.
Jennifer Sharp’s Hollywood satire is two interesting films that make up a single uneven film.
The gripping true story of Fred Hampton’s final days gets a dull adaptation that does the story no justice.
Writer-director Eugene Ashe is far too in love with his own style to create any real love between his two leads.
Misogynoir is taken to task in Shotgun’s virtual production of Loy A. Webb’s breezy script.
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