New Middle East galleries are opening in April at the Penn Museum. Conservators are using the tools of science, including lasers and chemical gels, to prepare nearly 1,200 ancient artifacts for display.
In "Cycles of My Being," the tenor tells us what he sees, and what America sees.
The Philadelphia Theatre Company is planning to produce three plays next season.
Cary Liebowitz creates an immersive environment about being gay, Jewish, and art-obsessed in post-disco America. Downstairs, the group show "Tag" considers the problem of finding queer identity in the age of Instagram.
New versions of perennial favorites "Giselle" and "Romeo & Juliet" will be premiered in the 2018-19 season, artistic director Angel Corella announced.
The academy is renovating its historic animal dioramas for the first time. Some have not had their hermetically sealed interiors opened for 80 years or more.
Scenes from diorama clean up at the Academy of Natural Sciences
Frank Ferrante inhabits Groucho Marx physically, vocally, and rhythmically in "An Evening with Groucho," through Feb. 25 at the Bucks County Playhouse.
These days, anyone who watches television and movies, listens to the radio, logs on to the internet, reads newspapers, fiction, or the works of pundits, professors, and public intellectuals on the right and the left may well conclude the world is going to hell in a handbasket.
'Don't skip to the end," an older colleague advises writer Kate Bowler. "Don't skip to the end."
That's good advice for anyone who picks up this unsettling, heartening, and beautifully written memoir of a year living in the valley of encroaching death: Don't you skip to the end, either...
It's a little Welsh love story about two marriages that are falling apart and two teenagers who are falling together. But this production-in-the-round is somewhat awkward, often inaudible, and often inert.
This deliberately anachronistic take on the French Revolution is quick-paced, unflagging in its energy, and filled with arresting visual imagery. But it's also at times unduly cartoonish and short on emotions.
Now and again a hopeful play doesn't hurt," says Welsh playwright Alan Harris.