Adapting a Toni Morrison novel to any other medium is at the very least a Herculean task. Most notably, Oprah Winfrey tried turning the author's...
''I am good at being naked.'' In the nonstop cascade of language that makes up Heather Raffo's 9 Parts of Desire, this single line forms...
Given the explosion of courtroom dramas on television over the past decade, it might seem unnecessary to go to the Kennedy Center to watch another...
It's good, but it's not great. We're not talking, of course, about the timeless music from Jay Lerner and Frederick Loewe or the original George...
Arena Stage's new production of Cabaret is a force of nature -- a thunderstorm that starts as the rumble of gin-fueled laughter and ends with...
From the first glimpse of the diminutive Owen Meany, a boy with oversized ears and screaming blond hair, we know he's more than a little...
The end of childhood is a rite of passage to be delayed and then mourned. It's the moment when we no longer view the world...
In early 2004, President Bush was steadfastly employing his bully pulpit to promote a constitutional amendment prohibiting the possibility of same-sex couples from marrying. It...
Of all the classic horror stories, from dark and gothic to gruesome and bizarre, perhaps no one tale has survived more incarnations than Mary Shelley's...
If Adam Rapp were to compose a suicide note, he may as well point to his script for Red Light Winter and call it a...
More than one hundred years after Henrik Ibsen penned An Enemy of the People as a tirade against censorship, his message still seems uncannily relevant....
Just so you know, there's nothing even remotely Catholic about Phoebe Rusch's 3/4 of a Mass for St. Vivian. Whatever sanctimonious religious icons the play's...
Paris, 1904. Albert Einstein walks into the Lapin Agile hoping to see his sweetheart, whom he has planned to meet at the Bar Rouge at...
He doesn't look much like the Duke, with his coarse dreads pushed back and an empty buttonhole crying on his shoulder. But make no mistake...
It's summertime in D.C., which means humidity reminding us that we are a city built on swampland and the Metro bulging with tourists trying to...