This is for everyone who has lost the Today Tix "Fun Home" lottery multiple times.
Wallace Shawn's darkly sublime three-hour play--and worth every devastating minute of it--The Designated Mourner was done
It's been a packed month of culture. I finally made it down to the Barclays Center for Mumford and Sons, and the weekend before I caught one of my favorite bluegrass-based acts, The Punch Brothers.
Like The Flick, the new drama Detroit '67 is by a talented playwright. Both pieces have their flaws. But both artists have created vivid characters we want to spend time with.
Is there anything wrong with The Flick? I've wracked my brain to see if anything is, and I've come up with one glaring lapse: There's no broken seat.