Here we are again on Election Day 2016, a day many Americans would be loath to relive, except for the obvious.
It is September 2016 and like many Americans who slogged through an endless, brutal summer of presidential campaigning, the Gabriel family seems frayed around the edges.
Right now, “the room where it happens” happens to be the Kennedy Center Theater Lab, where Richard Nelson’s achingly prescient and intimate trilogy of plays The Gabriels pays a different sort, but equally electrifying tribute to the American ethos and spirit as the hit musical Hamilton.
A holiday comedy about a family matriarch’s failing brain—what could be merrier? In truth, Coleman Domingo’s Dot is an absolute delight no matter what time of year. Funny, pungent and fierce, Dot is a noisy, necessary play about the need for home and the resilience of family—no matter what form it takes.
Now that we’re mired in Trump America, there’s unexpected profundity to the pop confection Hairspray Live!, the live TV version of the 2002 musical that aired Wednesday night on NBC. If Trump and his minions have their way, it’ll be the early 1960s all over again (the musical is set in 1962)—and we’ll have to fight […]
Does your heart go pitter-pat at the very mention of the name Mr. Darcy? Is Yuletide your favorite season? Jane Austen fans and lovers of holiday cheer will clink their tea cups to Round House’s rolling world premiere production of Miss Bennet: Christmas at Pemberley, a fanciful sequel to Pride and Prejudice by Lauren Gunderson […]
Is there a roof left in Anacostia? Doubtful, now that Black Nativity is back in the community for a third time. A joyful noise is made—and then some—in Theater Alliance’s soulful, soul-stirring revival of Black Nativity, Langston Hughes’ 1961 “Gospel Song-Play” that, as one character says, “puts the Christ back in Christmas.”
When you walk through a storm, hold your head up high./ And don’t be afraid of the dark. At the end of the storm, there’s a golden sky. And the sweet, silver song of a lark. Walk on through the wind/Walk on through the rain/Though your dreams be tossed and blown. Walk on, walk on/With […]
Fast food, even with artisan bread, is a dead-end job for most people. Low hourly pay, part-time hours to exempt the “sandwich artists” from getting any benefits and brutal expectations—ever try to make and wrap a sandwich in under 20 seconds?—what a way to make a living, or more accurately, non-living.
Enter your 50s and you become invisible. People look right through 50-something women as if you are not there; waiters ignore you and bartenders don’t flirt with you; store personnel stare right past you to wait on the pretty young things.