for colored girls Returns to Broadway in a Triumphant Revival
Not to get too mystical about it, but this impeccably performed, exquisitely choreographed revival manages the same for many of us out there in the dark. Dance, said Shange, allowed her to understand the planet the way “atomic particles experience space.” If that’s so, then atomic particles must love each other wildly. They must always be so grateful to see each other, whenever gravity — or a revival — draws them back into one another’s arms.
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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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