This weekend is surely as shining an example as anything that the mainstream film landscape has somewhat self-corrected. We may like to say 'they don't make 'em like they used to.' That may have been true for a time, but it's not true anymore.
We know Victor Hugo's message is alive and well when Paul Ryan's latest budget proposal continues to punish the poorest for the sins of the wealthiest, who caused the Great Recession and have yet to be punished.
In all my years making theater in the Bronx, I've never seen kids give this much of a damn about a show before. Ironically enough, I think it's because we've never done a show that connects so directly to their lives.
Bouillabaisse is the traditional Provençal fish soup originated in the port city of Marseille, a hearty and delicious dinner. Marché Moderne in South Coast Plaza will be serving an authentic bouillabaisse for five nights, from July 13th to 17th.
I'm ashamed to say that between raising a child, working and taking care of the endless duties associated with being a grownup, I've lost touch with the part of me that once taped photos of Davy Jones and David Cassidy to my bedroom walls.