The mixed bag of this year’s entries range from “excellent” to “horrible” and every shade in-between.
(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.
Jennifer Sharp’s Hollywood satire is two interesting films that make up a single uneven film.
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.
My very-late, but still-relevant review of the ACT’s show about this unsung heroine of baseball history.
If any white celeb owes us an apology, it’s the so-called “prince of pop”.
UPDATE: you call THAT an apology?!