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.
NCTC world premieres an audio solo play about Black pain during the pandemic.
The gripping true story of Fred Hampton’s final days gets a dull adaptation that does the story no justice.
This fascinating hour-long documentary highlights the art (and necessity) of being an independent Black mortician in an increasingly gentrified world.
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.
If any white celeb owes us an apology, it’s the so-called “prince of pop”.
UPDATE: you call THAT an apology?!
Rotimi Agbabiaka delivers another winning solo show satirizing race, sexuality, and hunger for fame.