With its storybook marriage of private investment and civic management, the myth of the 1984 L.A. Olympics is alive and well at City Hall. But not everyone’s memories of the Summer of ’84 are quite so golden.
Crown Heights isn’t the tidiest film but that untidiness (so very much like real life) is a lot of its strength.
“Detroit” has garnered a host of criticism for its brutality, its narrow focus, its failure to depict important dimensions of the black community. But “Detroit” the movie is not trying to be Detroit the city.
Racial justice advocates rallied outside the Los Angeles Memorial Coliseum on Saturday to protest the blackballing of Colin Kaepernick by the National Football League.
“Whose Streets?” spotlights the turbulent grassroots protests that followed the 2014 shooting of an unarmed African-American teen, Michael Brown, by a white police officer in Ferguson, Missouri.
Directors Sabaah Folayan and Damon Davis made “Whose Streets?” to tell the stories of the Ferguson uprising that the mainstream media was missing.
A new one-man show by Alex Alpharaoh chronicles the challenges he faced growing up as an undocumented immigrant in California, and his continuing quest to attain legal status in the United States.
Clancy Sigal was probably better known in England than in his native country, but he still had many American fans who read his books and articles and marveled at his wide-ranging interests, his brilliant writing and his perpetual outrage at social injustice.
Danny Goldberg’s new book tackles 1967, the most promising but confusing year of a tumultuous era. It’s a veritable literary head rush, and he delivers some tasty and tantalizing details along the way.
My mother and aunt were two of the girls of summer, recruited by the All-American Girls Professional Baseball League to play pro baseball during World War II. Twenty-five years ago this month, the league became famous when the film, A League of Their Own, became a hit. BY KELLY CANDAELE
Most of Welcome to Your Alternative Reality‘s sketches cleverly build around the foibles of human nature, and are brought to life by a mostly versatile ensemble with comic chops and a crisp sense of timing.
A Shakespeare in the Park production of Julius Caesar has made an unexpected leap from Central Park’s outdoor Delacorte Theater to the echo chamber of right-wing media.
Set in Northern California, Dorothy Fortenberry’s Species Native to California is an ambitious effort that embraces Chekhovian themes and magical realism, but the effort comes off as more contrived than organic.
The Commune a drama by film director Thomas Vinterberg, who himself grew up in a communal house in Denmark, explores the fun and sometimes nightmare of building a sustaining community of unrelated adults and kids.
The time for Diane Rodriguez’s play is 1970, and the immediate setting is the office of El Malcriado, the newspaper founded by Dolores Huerta and Cesar Chavez in Delano, California.
There are several recent children’s books out about Pete Seeger, each targeted for different age groups, with different formats and writing styles. Stand Up and Sing conveys Seeger’s remarkable talent, convictions and courage without being preachy or talking down to children.
On Tyranny: Twenty Lessons from the Twentieth Century, by Yale history professor Timothy Snyder, is about the rise of totalitarianism and what ordinary people can do to stand in its way. I bought five copies to give to young activists. Maybe I should have bought more.
The networks lined up to deliver numerous retrospective documentaries on the silver anniversary of the events that began just hours after the Rodney King beating verdict was read. The results are decidedly mixed.
Playwright John Strand’s presentation of Antonin Scalia as not the “monster” his critics make him out to be may hold some truth, but it’s surely an incomplete one.
Lionel Rolfe steps gingerly into the Musso & Frank Grill, his bespectacled gaze searching the landmark Hollywood eatery – but not for former regulars like Charles Bukowski, Gore Vidal or Rolfe’s friend, Life magazine photographer Phil Stern. They’ve left this room forever.