(Belated by embargo) The centerpiece film of SF Indiefest 2021 is a vibrant poetic love letter to the City of Angels.
Can’t read the Writing on the Wall: [hieroglyph] world premiere by SF Playhouse and Lorraine Hansberry Theatre
Two great companies collab for a show that uses a popular lie to tell a troubling rape narrative.
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.
The last film I saw before lockdown was one of the best Black romance films I’ve seen in nearly 20+ years.
Christina Anderson’s examination of Black bodily autonomy is wonderfully realized by Crowded Fire.
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.