Month: November 2017
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Five Questions with slowdanger
slowdanger is a performance duo from Pittsburgh. They are Anna Thompson and Taylor Knight, who speak their minds both alone and together. We talk about the queerness of being a […]
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On How Not to Adapt a Complicated Book
Tone-deaf and half-baked, Ivo van Hove’s adaptation of “The Fountainhead” flounders onstage
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in spite of safety and comfort: Perforations Festival round up
Perforations Festival brings us into direct responsibility for the execution of artistic ideas and challenges the passive stasis of sideline observation in a mostly successful series of performances that ripped apart conventional norms.
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RADICAL – a dialogue
How do we resolve our needs for nurturing, intimacy (implied individualism), and safety with our fascist reality?
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Confused Amid TOYS
Audrey Moyce responds to TOYS: A DARK FAIRY TALE at 59E59.
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Wrestling with the formula for “Dance Theater” via Big Dance Theater’s 17c
Parson slowly and deftly reverses the lens, edging away from the endlessly verbal Sam and leaving us with only Bess.
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PANIC EVERYTHING’S FINE offers catastrophe and coping mechanisms
You could call it an exploration of the butterfly effect on a schizophrenic scale.
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FEEL THE PAINE: ‘Thomas Paine in Violence’ at HERE Arts
While the spirit remains centered, the chorus spins wildly out of control – dispersing, translating, perverting, transmuting, contextualizing Thomas Paine’s words with deliberately mixed results.
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Rip It Open: “Perforations Festival” is coming back to NYC
Maura and Eugene de Poogene yelled over really loud music with Croatian curator and producer Zvonimir Dobrovic about his “Perforations Festival” – opening Friday.
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Five Questions with Jonathan Taylor
We’ve written a very hopeful apocalypse.
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How Do You Be American, and How American Do You Want To Be?
Deepali Gupta responds to VEIL’D at the Astoria Performing Arts Center
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Midsummer Mayhem at A.R.T./New York
The bits of conversation that don’t quite work suggest a weirder reality lying under the normalcy we see, a reality which seems to bubble more and more to the surface as the day wears on.