As a curmudgeonly connoisseur of holiday performing arts, I’m always on the lookout for the innovative, quirky or simply new shows to devour like Christmas candy each most-wonderful-time-of-the-year
In Heinrich Hoffmann’s 1845 children’s book Struwwelpeter, a little boy is warned by his mother to stop sucking his thumbs, lest they be cut off by a scissor-wielding, red-legged tailor.
The hot-button issue of casting has recently received a lot of ink as directors, actors, and audiences try to grapple with how to even out a traditionally imbalanced art form.
It’s difficult to imagine a time when all professional theater in the country emanated from New York. It might be even harder to believe this centralization of theatrical production first began to change in Dallas, Texas.
What do we mean when we talk about Latina/o theater in Texas? This was the question I kept pondering at the beginning of yet another one of the wandering/mapping jaunts I occasionally take when I find myself yearning to exploring more Texas theater.
