Laika returns with more stop-motion wizardry—and a good deal less fun.
Movie Reviews & Stories
Last summer, Portland animation house Laika turned heads
with a trailer full of same-sex couples materializing and evaporating
next to a rosy-cheeked toddler. “Sometimes, there’s a mother,��
In most live performance, there’s a tacit contract between performers and audience. There are plenty of ways artists try to bust apart that contract—we’ve all suffered through failures of audience interaction—and play with the rules of the theater.
But Halory Goerger and Antoine Defoort's Germinal, currently receiving its U.S. premiere at the More
If nothing else, Wednesday night’s SQUART! show at the Works proved one thing: Artists don’t need fancy residencies and thousands of dollars in grants. Hell no: Give ‘em three hours and a box of sidewalk chalk and—provided they’re willing to eat said chalk, wrestle naked and yank around folding chairs with their teeth—they’re all set. SQUART!, short for...
The conceit of All the Sex I’ve Ever Had is simple: A panel of performers, all over the age of 65, give year-by-year accounts of their coital histories. But—as with much sex—it’s hardly that simple in practice. Far more than an inventory of bedpost notches, the performance is testament to the r...More
Movie Reviews & Stories
Remember that bathroom in Trainspotting? The one
with its floor flooded with standing water and a toilet seat smeared
with decades of accumulated excrement? A lavatory in the opening scene
Sex and mythical America in week two of the Time-Based Art Festival.
The first week of the Time-Based Art Festival brought
mind-boggling sonic manipulation, walrus imitations, doughnut-themed
drag queens, aggressive confrontation of gender expectations and lots
Johnna Adams’ Sans Merci is a test in emotional
endurance: Where some dramas prod, this one pummels. For much of the
play, directed by Antonio Sonera, the blows come steadily and hit
If Intimate Apparel were underwear, it would
be a pair of pale pink panties, maybe with a modest ruffle or two. This
2003 drama by Lynn Nottage, which opens Artists Rep’s season, is a
I thought all the bedsheets would be white.
Instead, as we enter the Conduit dance studio for Luke George’s Time-Based Art Festival performance, volunteers drape us in sheets in shades of lavender, pale pink, taupe, seafoam green. I wear soft yellow. We look less like Klansmen or kids in homemade Halloween ghost costumes than...