Review: In For Colored Girls…, Survival and Celebration Are One and the Same
It’s been over 40 years since the abstract “choreopoem”‘s first Broadway run, and the new ensemble of seven women performing For Colored Girls… (which has circled back to its original Broadway home at the Booth Theatre) is no closer to conquering that metaphysical dilemma. But neat resolution would only cramp Camille A. Brown’s invigorating production — a celebration of Black, female community that finds a pot of gold in its company’s embrace.
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As the adage goes, “More Vogel, less Mamet.” Right now on Broadway, this is just beginning to come true, or at least approaching it. Although we have to suffer through both David Mamet’s problematic and dangerous rant about male teachers being pedophiles and a lackluster revival of American Buffalo, we also are graced–thank God–with a […]
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In ‘American Buffalo’ Nostalgia Gets in the Way of Progress
Somewhere in America older men impart wisdom to the younger between puffs of smoke and swigs of Coke. Somewhere in America, life is a powder keg with a short fuse, and morality is but an afterthought, as is breakfast. Somewhere in America, everything hinges on a coin. At the center of American Buffalo, David Mamet’s […]
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