Arthur Schnitzler’s classic sexual vignette piece is resurrected by Cutting Ball in a VERY intimate production.
August Strindberg’s classic tale of male manipulation is still relevant in Aurora’s powerful new production.
In which I find hope in the climax of this Batman’s-dick-of-a-year.
Shotgun’s latest falls flat with a deafening roar of self-important, casually racist “satire”.
KML’s latest takes an hilarious look at a certain sexist director who loved to film in San Francisco. It’s grawesome!
The sins of life follow you into death in this world premiere dramedy opening The Magic’s 52nd season.
Chekhov’s classic is revived through gorgeous design, mixed performances, and some confounding directorial choices.
Shane Black making a new ‘Predator’ film SHOULD be amazing, but it settles for being (barely) above average.
A feminist manifesto play and a gender-swapped submarine drama make for two bold (if uneven) evenings of female-driven theatre.
Fuck this movie. This is misogynist hypocrisy at its worst. Seriously, fuck this movie.