Unsettling ‘American Cherry’ explores romantic coming-of-age gone awry, fumbles in portrayal of mental illness
In “American Cherry,” the typical coming-of-age story takes a dark twist as the protagonists’ growing romance is distorted into something more sinister, and ultimately deadly.
Unsettling ‘American Cherry’ explores romantic coming-of-age gone awry, fumbles in portrayal of mental illness
In “American Cherry,” the typical coming-of-age story takes a dark twist as the protagonists’ growing romance is distorted into something more sinister, and ultimately deadly.
Dare to be truthful: Broadway SF’s ‘Dear Evan Hansen’ promotes confidence, authenticity
With masterful command over these personal nuances, author Steve Levenson, composers Benj Pasek and Justin Paul and the 2023 touring cast of “Dear Evan Hansen” bring the audience to tears on several occasions.
Dare to be truthful: Broadway SF’s ‘Dear Evan Hansen’ promotes confidence, authenticity
With masterful command over these personal nuances, author Steve Levenson, composers Benj Pasek and Justin Paul and the 2023 touring cast of “Dear Evan Hansen” bring the audience to tears on several occasions.
Banal, broad Sundance film “Cha Cha Real Smooth” goes down easy
While Raiff’s penchant for earnestness remains a grounding force behind “Cha Cha Real Smooth,” the novelty of his sincerity and emotional subjectivity has mostly worn off, his portrayal of liminality more vaguely delineated and less insightful and critically self-reflexive than it purports to be.
Banal, broad Sundance film “Cha Cha Real Smooth” goes down easy
While Raiff’s penchant for earnestness remains a grounding force behind “Cha Cha Real Smooth,” the novelty of his sincerity and emotional subjectivity has mostly worn off, his portrayal of liminality more vaguely delineated and less insightful and critically self-reflexive than it purports to be.
My first kiss should have been an innocent moment with the boy I spent my freshman year of high school crushing on. But instead, it released your memory.
My first kiss should have been an innocent moment with the boy I spent my freshman year of high school crushing on. But instead, it released your memory.
I did, in fact, find myself vulnerably confronting my religion — with a cross dangling above my face, connected to a chain around the neck of a classmate.
I did, in fact, find myself vulnerably confronting my religion — with a cross dangling above my face, connected to a chain around the neck of a classmate.