Written in 1978, John Guare's Marco Polo takes place in a 1999 that still seems fairly distant, though some of Guare's predictions are amazingly close to the mark in their off-kilter way. Like all good futurology, though, Guare's comedy is chiefly co...
Bill T. Jones has moved through life making people mad. He fully understands the artist's role as provocateur. So it's ironic that We Set Out Early...Visibility Was Poor, opening at BAM on Tuesday, may anger people simply because it isn't provocative...
Bill Clinton isn't the only one with a "lower half problem," as Japanese newspapers call it. Sarah Lucas makes art that indulges in adolescent gratifications, self-destructive impulses, and salacious innuendo. But the naughty London artist--whose las...
Teenage girls got me to watch Jerry Springer, but Joshua Gamson taught me how to watch him. At the high school where I teach, South Park's Cartman is a folk hero for boys, whereas the young women offer encyclopedic recall of Springer's R-rated Too Ho...
In novels such as People in Trouble and Rat Bohemia, Sarah Schulman argued that homophobia leads to an institutionalized callousness toward people with AIDS. Her new, nonfiction Stagestruck takes the opposite perspective, examining how the most perva...
I know all about life and death. I am, after all, a scholar of Donne's Holy Sonnets,'' Kathleen Chalfant, as Dr. Vivian Bearing, announces magisterially near the start of Wit (MCC Theater). In fact, she knows neither. Margaret Edson's dazzling first...
As a study in dissembling, with characters disguising themselves to reveal the hypocrisy of others, Measure for Measure must have been irresistible to David Herskovits: many of his previous productions with Target Margin Theater exposed the dupliciti...
James Kudelka isn't the most scintillating conversationalist, but his dances are never dull. Cruel World, a flurry of duets made for American Ballet Theatre in 1994, divided viewers, who saw either the paragon of partnering or the musings of a misant...
In The Weatherbox, a peculiarly likable though rough-around-the-edges meditation on the American family from Rattlestick, playwright Travis Baker hits so many uncomfortably true-to-life notes that his play frequently makes you feel like you forgot to...
When the members of Dayton Contemporary Dance Company hit the stage in excerpts from Talley Beatty's 1960 Come and Get the Beauty of It Hot and Donald Byrd's 1991 Dark Joy, they're 60 percent eye-grabbing technique and 40 percent attitude. Beatty pio...
Spiritually as well as geographically on opposite sides of the same street, Ping Chong's Kwaidan and Anne Bogart's Culture of Desire seem to reach out and almost touch. Visually striking works by known Downtown artists, both are at heart simple, trad...
Horses have a long history as dancers. A Renaissance prince with gold in his coffers and a major celebration looming could always commission a horse ballet. Its mass patterns transformed the tournament into art, further ritualizing the maneuvers of w...
At 29, Edwidge Danticat is, as the expression goes, in like a bullet. Her first two books, a story collection (Krik? Krak!) and a novel (Breath, Eyes, Memory), have earned her both literary and popular acclaim. Citations have come from sources as div...
Globalization is the buzzword of the art biz in the 1990s. Istanbul and Sydney, Kwangju and Hong Kong, have become must-see stopovers for cell phonetoting curators and jet-setting dealers who would not be caught dead in Williamsburg in the name of m...
When host Doug Elkins walked up the Joyce aisle in a tuxedo, bearing flowers for his consort (the fabulously endowed gender bender Varla Jean Merman), we knew the New York Dance and Performance Awards--founded in 1983, and familiarly known as the Bes...
Richard III lurks amid the stage's rough-hewn boards, makeshift throne, and frolicsome courtiers. With a wry smile, she (yes, she) slips into her opening monologue. Surveying her shape, which she terms, "cheated of feature by dissembling nature," the...
In Youssef Chahine's autobiographical Alexandria, Why? (1978), set during World War II, the young protagonist could not care less about the threat of Rommel's army closing in on his port city. Yehia's a Hollywood musical freak; his dreams are of goin...
The Woman Who Fell From the Sky (Provincetown Playhouse, September 25 through 27) brings to an Iroquois creation legend the naive charm and visual imagination that are the hallmarks of master puppeteer and mask-maker Ralph Lee, designer and director ...
Stay-at-home artists, introverted, obsessive, and a bit batty, are stepping into the limelight, with work that harkens back to a handmade era and looks forward to an increasingly digitized world. John Morris appears to be one of their number. This s...
No one wants you if your memories dominate your every activity. No one wants a rememberer," Claire Phillips muses in her first book, Black Market Babies, as though she were ashamed at the very condition of being a writer. Where does the novel's urgen...
In 1588, Queen Elizabeth rode to Tilbury and delivered a speech rousing the troops against the Spanish Armada. "I know I have but the body of a weak and feeble… More >>
Depending on who you are, Eternal will seem endlessly fascinating or flat-out boring. Director Daniel Fish has recorded two actors (Christina Rouner and Thomas Jay Ryan) on two channels of… More >>
Holocaust humor: a tricky genre, best attempted with truly revelatory material or not at all. And in the case of Donald Margulies's The Model Apartment—a dark comedy about survivors, revived… More >>
Out with the samovar, in with the Irish folk tunes! We need new forms! In keeping with the make-it-revolutionary spirit of Anton Chekhov's tormented young artist character Constantine, Culture Project's… More >>
Inside the Metropolitan's Iris and B. Gerald Cantor galleries is the perviest art exhibition to be found anywhere in New York: "Balthus: Cats and Girls—Paintings and Provocations." The canvases on… More >>
"Confidential." That was the beguiling subject of an e-mail seemingly randomly addressed to the Village Voice in mid-September. "I represent the artist Banksy," the message began, "and I would like to talk… More >>
There’s something stupid about the ongoing condemnation of Millennials happening now in our culture. You know, the one that asks questions like: "Why are Generation Y yuppies so unhappy?" and… More >>
Jonas Wood's new paintings present seemingly straightforward scenes—rooms devoid of people, a poker tournament on TV—that front for dazzling formal invention. In some pieces Wood focuses on his childhood home, yet… More >>
Adriano Shaplin's gonzo epic Sarah Flood in Salem Mass blends Our Town and The Crucible with verve, slang, and hallucinogenic beaver stew. (Yes, the Wooster Group did it first—minus the… More >>
If the effigies of famous Yankees sluggers at Madame Tussaud's aren't lifelike enough for you, cross 42nd Street to watch Eric Simonson's Bronx Bombers, a veritable walking-talking wax museum of… More >>