The busy, effects-driven revue "Hyperbole: Origins" speculates on the creation of diverse human endeavors without ever coming to grips with its own reason for being.
An expanded slate accommodates a wider spectrum of voters' tastes. Many genres have vied for the big prize, and now there's room for them all:
The numbers tell the tale: Odds are almost 50:1 that any given Best Picture nominee will be a live-action, English-language, fiction feature.
The numbers tell the tale: Odds are almost 50:1 that any given best picture nominee will be a live-action, English-language, fiction feature.
Athol Fugard's "The Train Driver" never pulls into the station.
A sweaty amalgam of Shakespearean plotting, political allegory and hip-hop jam, show is truly exciting at its frequent best.
A bookless world's texts have gone digital and been Wiki-fied.
I Loved Lucy," Lee Tannen's dramatized memoir of his latter-day friendship with Lucille Ball (1911-89), could have been so much more than a pleasant trifle.
Some women sponsored some men exploring the lives of some men in "Some Men" -- all for charity -- Monday night at the Saban Theater in Beverly Hills.
Audaciously co-opts "The Music Man" to serve a serious-minded parable about personal spirituality.
The stars are a pleasure and the production is tastefully mounted, but the material is the problem.