When the University of Leicester in collaboration with Richard III society excavated the remains of King Richard III in a council car-park in 2012, I never thought I'd see a live adaptation of this discovery.
With HB 2, Pat McCrory fleeces every worker of employment protections including the right to sue in state court for discrimination based on "race, religion, color, national origin, age, sex or handicap."
Trumpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Trumpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king's horses and all the king's men couldn't put Trumpty together again. As far as we know, Donald Trump, unlike Richard III, does not have a hump. He has a lot of money. That is his crutch, and that may doom him in the end.
Yes, yes, I know -- spidermanspidermanspidermanspiderman. I'll get to it. But my favorite movies of the week, as usual, are the small ones. Let's start with Amma Asante's Belle, a Jane Austen-ish film based on a true story.
Kim the Third might seem, with his Falstaffian girth, more a figure of humor than a figure to be feared. Appearances have proven deceiving. He has quickly demonstrated that, like his grandfather, he will act decisively and ruthlessly to maintain his perch.
In busy spells -- which in the Broadway arena typically include the two weeks before Thanksgiving and the month before the various award deadlines in the spring -- it is not uncommon for critics and award nominators to find themselves at five or six a week. Eighteen in 16, though, is overdoing it.
I decided to funnel my violent energies toward what may be a more uplifting bottomless pit of indulgence. Namely my new obsession: actor Aneurin Barnard, who plays Richard III in the Starz Miniseries. The White Queen.