It’s no leap to say that the conversations we’re having now about sexism and gender representation—in art and in life—are growing perpetually louder. So when we look back at Sam Peckinpah, who directed masculine-minded genre pictures defined by their resolutely cruel tone, we look with a microscope: Was he getting off on the explicit violence? […]
“Make sure you practice it first before having friends over for dinner.”
“We want to be an institution,” he says. “Not just a chain.”
While none of the shows follow a specific theme, Cabinet of Wonders is driven by three intersecting tenants: music, literature, and comedy.
Some people would say that choosing Valentine’s Day to break up with a significant other is the mark of an unconscionable cad. Notice we’re not arguing.
Since reopening in September, the revamped Rosebud Diner aka Rosebud American Kitchen & Bar in Davis Square ticks off pretty much all the boxes needed to be considered the neighborhood spot: homemade pies and buck-a-cup coffee, check; cheap mugs of cold beer, check; a menu full of burgers and BBQ that reads like something from Heaven’s […]
Sometimes you just need to see theater in a church basement on a rainy Friday night in order to really put things in perspective. Good theater doesn’t need the grand stage and the sold-out box office to be important and striking; the teary eyes at Theatre@First’s production of “Trojan Women” reminds us of that.
If Mayor Joe Curtatone peed himself in public and his pantaloons stuck to his pelvis, the Globe would commend him for sporting the same skin-tight jeans worn by his hip constituents.
How a burlesque ballet became a venerated Boston tradition.