(Belated by embargo) The centerpiece film of SF Indiefest 2021 is a vibrant poetic love letter to the City of Angels.
The gripping true story of Fred Hampton’s final days gets a dull adaptation that does the story no justice.
Not the Steve McQueen film, but the 2011 documentary that first brought the Black British genre to light.
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.
Rotimi Agbabiaka delivers another winning solo show satirizing race, sexuality, and hunger for fame.
Tony Kushner’s critically-acclaimed musical gets worthy staging by Ray of Light.
Shotgun delivers one of the year’s best shows with James Ijames’ meditation on Black lives ended too soon.
Through sheer lottery luck, I finally saw that show everyone’s been talking about for 3 1/2 years. Verdict?
Dazié Grego-Sykes’ incendiary Fringe solo show gets a full staging (such as it is) at EXIT Stage Left.