Daaimah Mubashshir in conversation with fellow playwright Phillip Howze on his play, Frontiéres sans Frontières, at The Bushwick Starr. Playwright Phillip Howze is a name you want to know if you like your theater to have some social electricity. Personally, I prefer a little sizzle
Just like everyone who translates Dante’s Inferno gets to draw some picture of all the rings of hell, so too does everyone who writes about a Maxwell show get to comment on the plain, emotionless delivery the esteemed writer/director brings to his shows. I will not forgo my opportunity.
If you have never been to the Japan Society, tucked away on East 47th Street between 2nd and 1st, make it a point to go there this year. Better yet, go there this week. I promise you will be amazed that such magnificent beauty was
In my senior year of high school, the new drama teacher somehow convinced half the boys on the football team to audition for a production of Martin McDonagh’s The Cripple of Inishmaan. They were cast, and we created a strange little stage family that spring,
I. The Urge To Participate I don’t often sit in the front row. Not because I’m afraid to (I actually quite like it), but because it’s such a deliberate choice, and I want to reserve it for special occasions. And as the lights went down
The impressive ache of this show, then, is its structural admission that there might not be any failsafe pathway toward success—or, indeed, that success might not be achievable in the first pla
Wonder/Through the Looking Glass Houses is a dance show with artful, varied choreography and fluid company member collaboration from an ensemble that clearly knows itself well enough to play to its stre
I want to get up close to these masked figures and ask them to tell me about the future.