Or: They May Not Mean To, But They Do* In Jessica Nebeker's white alley-style set, we find ourselves choked with plastic. The walls...

Or: Up from the River She is drowned already, sir, with salt water, though I seem to drown her remembrance again with more. — Twelfth...

Or: Unity and Alterity What I like best about Beth Hyland’s plays is her sense of an ending. There is a lot to recommend her as a...

Or: Lifeline “The list started after her first attempt.” Our narrator (Christian Libonati) recounts how, at seven years of age, he was...

Or: Two Toothbrushes Meet Harper (producer and screenwriter Lilly Yasuda), your anti-romantic comedy heroine; sharp, smart, taking no...

Or: Murphy’s Law and Order What makes comedy? I could raise a cry of the creeping codger within me to talk about reveling in rude...

Or: The Woman Behind the Curtain Ah yes. A tale as old as time. Girl meets boy, boy meets girl, while he’s standing vigil over his dying...

Or: “Hair Tie?” Finally. A super heroine movie we deserve (and it’s even the one that we need right now). In a city rife with a...

Or: An Ill Wind A spring night and a passel of neighbors are out on the railroad bridge, watching the sky. They tuck themselves into...

Or: The Good Undog It seems odd in retrospect that my main thought about going to see an adaptation of Jack London’s beloved adventure in...

Or: The Long Way Ahead A family picnic for the Garcia-Woods on a summer night. Guitar music, laughter, light misadventures, and then,...

Broadcast by the Wilma Theater Or: Tresspas So this is American Chekov. Four friends gathering out under the stars, the words of poets...

Or: Hunger is the Best Garnish It starts with the grapevines. They sprout around the entryway to the Boise Contemporary theater,...

Or: Breaking Home “A Story about how Punk saves lives.” In 1983, in Evanston Illinois, a band was formed: Verböten. Born of rage against...

Or: Feel, too, the roots and seeds In the first few moments of the recording of What the Constitution Means to Me, Heidi Schreck,...

At the National Theater Or: The Line Unbroken Why did no one tell me about this play? Why, in all my years of inching through dusty...

Adapted from the novel by Jane Austen through the hands of Autumn de Wilde (director) and Eleanor Catton (Screenwriter) Or: Eye of the...

Or: Mendes’ Inferno The fields of France on an April day. Far off a lone tree stands in leaf and in the foreground two young brits Blake...

Broadcast by The Ruffians and Porchlight Music Theatre. Or: Flowers from her Hands Moonlight. Soft, poetic, chill, extraordinary. A light...

Or: How Not to Make an Asp of Yourself Shakespeare gets a lot of flack for being precious; swaddled in the cotton of industry, academia,...