June 6, 1995 |
Imagination Station, a new children's theater company, kicks off its inaugural three-play season at Santa Monica's Morgan-Wixson Theatre with an uneven but likable "Aesop's Fables." The fox and the elusive "sour" grapes, the nightlife-loving city mouse and his countrified cousin, the slow and steady tortoise and the overly confident hare go through their paces, along with other Aesopian moral tales, played for laughs aimed at both children and adults.
March 3, 1987 |
The concept was cute enough. Five UCLA music faculty members would each create a music-theater piece based on a myth or fable: a sort of "Fairy Tale Theatre" for eggheads. Unfortunately, for the New Music LA festival-goers who crammed into the stuffy little experimental theater next to Royce Hall Sunday night, the cuteness rapidly wore off--replaced by torpor.
March 12, 1996 |
Orange County-based dancer and choreographer Ramaa Bharadvaj was inspired to create her newest work while trying to interest her young son in the classical Indian dance tradition. What resulted was "Panchatantra: Animal Fables of India," adapted from ancient Sanskrit tales and presented by Bharadvaj's Angahara Ensemble at Orange Coast College in Costa Mesa on Sunday.
October 20, 1994 |
The latest weapon of choice in the battle of the sexes seems to be the whimper, with both sets of combatantes--reeling from slights genuine and imagined--lobbying volleys of self-pitying laments: "My job is harder than your job." "Well, I have to do more errands than you do." "Your insensitive." "You're self-centered." "You are uncommunicative." "You're a nag." It's as though both sides are competing for the title of Most Beleaguered at the annual Gender Games.
December 1, 1995 |
Manoel de Oliveira's "The Convent" is a sly, beautiful enigma of a movie, a reflection upon the eternal mystery of life itself. It's a film full of portents, cryptic asides, insinuations and warnings, all of which may mean something--or nothing at all. In any event, it is the first international venture by the often outrageous, ever-idiosyncratic 87-year-old Portuguese maestro who began his career in the silent era and, as a matinee idol, starred in Portugal's first talkie in 1933.
June 11, 1998 |
Colonel Sanders, Tony the Tiger, Bob's Big Boy . . . of the many trademark faces cluttering the American inconographic landscape, few can match the audaciousness of Mad magazine's gap-toothed mascot, Alfred E. Neuman. But according to cartoon historian Mark C. Cohen, the origins of the mischievous, grinning imp have fallen out of reckoning. In fact, nobody really knows where the famous "What, me worry?" kid actually came from.
October 27, 1996 |
Peter Westbrook remembers the days when his fellow New Yorkers misunderstood what he was doing in fencing. Westbrook had to explain that he wasn't buying and selling stolen goods. Things are different now, Westbrook said. "Now they say, 'What kind of weapon do you fence with? Saber or epee?' " Westbrook, who claimed a bronze medal in the 1984 Summer Games and two golds in the Pan American games, uses the saber, which is larger and heavier than the flexible epee.
November 17, 1995 |
Playwright Georg Buchner, who died at age 23, was a world-class rabble-rouser. Ostensibly a frothy fable, "Leonce and Lena," Buchner's only comedy, is actually a proletarian diatribe about wealth and corruption, as biting as his darkly dystopian masterwork "Woyzeck." Director Bart DeLorenzo and company punch up Buchner's political bitterness in their inventive new adaptation at the Evidence Room, yet wisely keep the essential silliness of the play intact.
February 4, 1993 |
Some movies fit their generation as snugly as a headband, as cozily as a sleeping bag in Big Sur. "King of Hearts" is one of them. The 1966 French comedy by Philippe de Broca seemed to coincide with counterculture attitudes percolating worldwide, especially in the United States, especially on campuses.
January 16, 1997 |
Wait a minute! I'm not going to swallow this. Whom do they think they're kidding here? I mean, I wasn't born yesterday. I'm not some chump who would buy the Brooklyn Bridge from some guy in a checkered vest. They're trying to tell me some kid known as Tiger Woods (the name alone is enough to tell you they're putting you on) has just won his third golf tournament in nine entered. Now, if you know golf--and believe me, if there's one thing I know, it's golf--you know that's not possible.