November 15, 1990 |
Should the theater be appropriated to promote the interests of politics, religion, advertising or anything whatever, except art? One of the functions of the critic is to raise that question. Patrons arriving at the Studio Theater are confronted with huge placards exhibiting blown-up newspaper and magazine articles entitled "The Roots of Skinhead Violence," "The American Neo-Nazi Movement Today" and "Peril from an Imperial President."
September 20, 2002 |
In its current offering, "Nickel and Dimed," the Mark Taper Forum has done a daring thing: It has put a play on its main stage that attacks the economic privilege of 90% of the people who will see it.
August 22, 2008 |
"Being a centerfold is the highest and most prestigious honor there is," uber-blond Shelley earnestly declares. "It says, 'I'm naked in the middle of a magazine. Unfold me!' " Such is the glazed-eyed charm of "The House Bunny," which is factory made, nothing new . . . and really funny. The familiar plot finds a misfit sorority about to lose its house unless it can suddenly become popular. Enter Shelley, a sweetly vacant exile from the paradise called the Playboy mansion, who is just spunky and sexy enough to solve everyone's problems.
May 28, 1992 |
"In the time of your life, live--so that in that wondrous time you shall not add to the misery and sorrow of the world, but shall smile to the infinite delight and mystery of it," wrote William Saroyan in his preface to "The Time of Your Life." True to this manifesto, Saroyan's sprawling, not-conventionally dramatic drama is less of a play than an unabashed homage to romantic sensibility. Of course, he wrote it in 1939.
November 21, 1991 |
"The streets were dark with something more than night," wrote Raymond Chandler of the shadow world in which his '30s and '40s Philip Marlowe detective stories were set. It was a world of seedy shamuses, cops on the take and deadbeats on the fast hustle. People didn't walk into a scene, they "drifted." Life was as cheap as a chalk stripe suit. And everyone was a loner. It must have been a love affair with Chandler's world, and even more with his language, that prompted Robert G.