Jaden Smith’s Syre is nepotism at its finest.
Cyhi The Prynce’s No Dope on Sundays features raw, relentless rap, unencumbered by the modern plague of overproduction.
Criticism should move away from the realm of subjective opinions and instead focus more on analytical insights (which, admittedly, always entail a level of personal judgement).
One of my favorite sounds to hear in a theater after a movie ends is no sound at all. This silence usually marks a truly special shared experience, like a hushed reverence.
10.5 months ago, I made a New Year’s resolution to listen to every single album that cracked Apple Music’s Top 30, plus any others released by big-name artists.
Every year, I track all the major off-Broadway theatre company’s seasons to determine whose deserves to be crowned the best of, currently, 2017-2018. It’s still too early to declare a winner, but based on its three revivals this fall, the Signature Theatre looks like the odds-on favorites.
I’ve long differentiated actors from performers.
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Given the relatively newfound popularity of 90-minute plays, double-bills of one-acts have largely gone out of style. What hasn’t faded over hundreds of years of theatre history are works that mix farce and slapstick, with a plethora of self-aware winking thrown in.
Tony Kushner once likened a complex play to a lasagna. Much like an Italian-minded chef, a writer should try to stuff as many different ingredients as possible into their constructions to expansively deepen the flavor, yet not too many as to make the overall structure tumble under its own excessive weight – a tenuous balancing act that requires precise hands to create such complicated concoctions.