The Shrunken Head of Pancho Villa is a play every bit as goofy as its title suggests. This latest production from the Miracle Theatre Group, a Latino arts and culture organization, is a strange, shallow look into the lives of a Latino family in the 1960s.
In the liberal bastion of Portland it is easy to sometimes forget the influence conservative talk-radio hosts, such as Michael Savage, can have on America and the rest of the world.
Distracted, the newest production from Artists Repertory Theatre, is a disappointing look at the modern world’s attention span. For a lot of people, the subject will hit close to home.
Freak shows have a broad appeal. Like rubber neckers who look at the scene of a car crash, it’s a fascinating insight into the world of deformities, and more often than not, depravity.
Storm Large has become an institution in Portland. A frequent guest star, with her band The Balls, at various bigwig events around the city has made this six-foot-tall blonde a bona-fide local celebrity.
The Gray Lady’s keeper has shown its claws recently with its threat to shut down The Boston Globe unless labor unions agree to make severe cuts in staff and pay. The New York Times Co. is the owner of the Boston Globe and oversees its progress and, in this case, demise.
The Portland State Theater Department’s production of Sophocles’ Electra, with its new adaption by Frank McGuinness, is a house of cards held together by decent student performances and fluidity of story. Other than that, it is what I refer to as “snooze-core.”
There is that time of day after work or school—or in between the two—when the world makes a little more sense, where you don’t want to kill your boss, subordinate or significant other and, of course, that time usually includes alcohol.
I never wanted to talk about it, because in talking about it I would in a way be recognizing its existence, but (begrudgingly) I have to applaud the makers of the new Kindle 2, Amazon’s e-book reader for the masses.
The Importance of Being Earnest, Oscar Wilde’s simultaneous love note to and critique of British high society during the Victorian era, is a wonderful play to take a discerning date to.
The disintegration of daily newspapers around the country is the closest thing this country has seen to the decline of radio, and all its merits, throughout the mid 20th century. Except it’s much worse.