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.
My very-late, but still-relevant review of the ACT’s show about this unsung heroine of baseball history.
Branden Jacobs-Jenkins leans too heavily on shock value and “death (wink, wink) of print” clichés in his latest show at the ACT.
Rotimi Agbabiaka delivers another winning solo show satirizing race, sexuality, and hunger for fame.
A Christmas screen-hop features Black Power, White romance, and Sci-Fi. Guess which one I loved?
Christina Anderson’s examination of Black bodily autonomy is wonderfully realized by Crowded Fire.
Ebony Powers: ‘Manifesto’ at Brava
Rotimi Agbabiaka delivers another winning solo show satirizing race, sexuality, and hunger for fame.