Cumulatively clocking in at a brisk 40 minutes, this year’s Oscar-nominated animated shorts are a uniformly charming bunch. The briefest is the 2-minute, stop-motion Fresh Guacamole, in which inedib
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Entering the Bob White Theatre Warehouse—just a concrete floor with in-the-round seating and a chandelier hanging from the soaring ceiling—ushers informed audience members that the heat will shut off when the performance begins. “It’ll get progressively colder,” one says. “Hang onto your coats.”
This was, oddly, not an intentional metacommentary about life on the streets in this w...
Michael Haneke’s wrenching Amour takes a hard look at mortality.
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Midway through Michael Haneke’s scrupulously devastating Amour,
the elderly Georges (Jean-Louis Trintignant) tells his wife Anne
(Emmanuelle Riva) about a film he remembers watching as a child.
In its fifth year, Fertile Ground showcases new, local work.
It’s a big year for the annual Fertile Ground festival.
The 11-day bender of locally produced new works of theater and dance
turns 5 this year, and once again the lineup overwhelms. The number o
Devon, the central character in The Huntsmen,
is an awkward and fidgety teen, the vice president of his high school’s
glee club and the child of divorced parents—his father is a lawyer and
A WW correspondent learns to keep her beer off the curling rink.
The Evergreen Curling Club posts three rules by the rink.
First, shake hands. Second, if you win, clean the ice. And third,
winners buy the first round of drinks.
final rule pretty well e
Portland’s proto-foodie dishes up less than a satisfying meal.
Opera music booms and steam spills out from beneath the giant onstage refrigerator as I Love to Eat begins.
As the song builds and steam obscures the floor, James Beard (Rob
Nagle) strides out of
In 2001, Oregon City teenagers Miranda Gaddis and Ashley
Pond disappeared, and local playwright Susan Mach found herself
confronted with billboards of the girls’ faces. Both intrigued and
The first lesson I learn at Village Ballroom’s weekly
square dance is that punctuality matters: My friends and I arrive 20
minutes late, and we are immediately circled by gray-haired cowboy type