Tuesday, September 2, 2014
Inquirer Daily News
After 18 years of innovative experimental theater, cringingly clunky one-man shows, and everything in between, the 2014 Fringe Festival officially opens Friday with the most ambitious lineup yet.
'Today is skate day, kiddos!" Wouldn't that be every day for the horizontally mobile? Not for "Shred the Patriarchy," an informal, feminist-slanted group that has been sending that message over Facebook much of the summer to meet at Paine's Park on Thursdays and Sundays.
Symphony orchestras draw great cachet from their geographical homes: Any group with Vienna, Berlin, or Amsterdam in its name is going to command immediate attention from audiences, even if those cities' third-tier orchestras would be lucky to match Scranton's Northeastern Pennsylvania Philharmonic.
NEW YORK - The rank of megastars known simply by one name includes, of course, Madonna, Cher, Beyonce, and Bono. Oh, and one more, surely - that man-boy known as Screech.
There was a moment when I was looking at the new Charles Burchfield show at the Brandywine River Museum of Art that I stepped back from the individual paintings to look at the show as a whole. Suddenly, the gallery seemed alive and pulsating, with waves of energy surging from painting to painting. Cicadas made their sawing song, crows cawed, thunder clapped, sleet stung, and many-eyed trees looked on with a hint of menace. The works seemed to be joined in one ecstatic chorus.
At Woodmere, one woman's century of art
Fringe Festival It begins, the annual mad mash-up of high, low, theater, dance, comedy, improv, classy, messy, inspiring, imponderable, unspeakable.
When leaders of the Pennsylvania Ballet grew weary of a seemingly endless loop of financial strain, they turned to Michael M. Kaiser. With unpaid vendors knocking on the Philadelphia Theatre Company's door and its chances of surviving increasingly in doubt, it was Kaiser who was tapped to gauge how bad the crisis was, why it existed, and what could be done.