Over the last week, we lost two American icons. One brought African American culture from into our living rooms, the other was a lauded contemporary of such actors as Paul Newman and James Dean.
“Red,” directed by Robert Falls, the gifted artistic director of the Goodman Theater in Chicago, is a two-character play about Rothko, arguably the star member of the generation of American painters whose abstract expressionist breakthroughs put New York at the center of the art world once defined by Paris.
Pablo Picasso was a master draftsman. Giovanni Benedetto Castiglione paved the road to Impressionism. And at last, we have our French galleries back, offering a renewed showcase for the Chester Dale Collection. And it's all at the National Gallery of Art.
The GOP primary race remains a wacky brew, although one with fewer fixins. This week, four remain, and the man at the top is not Mitt Romney.
If you’ve seen Holly Twyford on stage, talked with her on the phone or during an interview at a coffee shop on 14th Street, or listened to her accept yet another Helen Hayes award for acting, there’s one constant. It’s her voice.
Gay marriage is a hot-button issue among what’s left of the sorry lot of Republicans running for President. Alongside the debates and elections is the touring production of the successful 2010 Broadway revival of “La Cage Aux Folles,” the 1980s mega-hit musical of gay glitter, glam, romance and divas.
Johnny Otis, 90, born Johnny Alexander Aliotes and sometimes called the "Godfather of Rhythm and Blues," and Etta James, 73, who translated her own trouble life of sad romance and loss into powerful blues-filled music -- died within three days of each other.
When the folks at the Shakespeare Theatre Company in Washington decided to add to its celebration of the company’s 25th anniversary by including a series of conversations between its artistic director Michael Kahn and celebrated (and classically trained) actors, they may not have guessed what a rich gift they’ve presented to Washington theater buffs.
By the time anyone reads this, the New Hampshire Primary for the Republican Presidential Nomination will be over, unless its closer than the Iowa Caucus, in which eight votes separated winner Mitt Romney and runner-up Rick Santorum.
Life—or rather death—goes on in the new year of 2012. People we know, have heard of, miss, people of achievement, and just plain old celebrities pass on, as we will too in some year or another. A brief commemoration for those we lost in 2011.
All last year, it seemed, different parts of the District of Columbia government were hanging under a cloud of suspicion, as Mayor Vincent Gray, Chairman Kwame Brown and Ward Five council member Harry Thomas, Jr., await the outcome of federal investigations.
Our long national nightmare is finally over.
No, we’re not talking about Watergate or the Redskins' football ...
“Billy Elliot the Musical” started out as a movie, a smallish, critically well received and quite popular English movie about a working class kid who wanted to become a ballet dancer.
I’ve been reading stories about and obituaries of Christopher Hitchens these past few days.
I was amazed how much ...