Why go to the symphony? The answer isn’t obvious.
The Grand Rapids Film Festival is back. After a short hiatus due to the COVID-19 Pandemic and a scaled-down appearance at last year’s ArtPrize, the folks at GRFF are excited to continue providing a necessary launchpad for artists and filmmakers in West Michigan, and one that they’ve been hosting now for over a decade.
Not only is Elliot Chaltry’s art boldly unique, but his journey isn’t exactly typical either.
The 1982 musical Little Shop of Horrors could not be made today, but I’m not 100% convinced that it could have been made in 1982, either, at least not on Earth.
With the arrival of Performance+, Festival of the Arts isn’t just one weekend anymore.
Jeff Ham didn’t grow up with pottery, but it’s been his professional life for the last five years.
“Oh, sweet mystery of life, at last I’ve found you!” sings the young Dr. Frankenstein’s adorable madcap fiancée in a most hilarious and profound climactic moment of passion.
The musical “Little Shop of Horrors” originated 40 years ago as a quirky idea nobody but its creator thought would work.
A coffee shop can be so much more than a place to drink coffee.
At first, to Penelope Baxter Ragotzy, Barn Theatre was just a name on a T-shirt. Ragotzy was a student at San Jose State University, where she studied under Donnamarie “Dusty” Reeds. Reeds wore the shirt, which advertised a theater near Kalamazoo, Michigan.
Gene Wolfe wrote that an exaggerated solemnity always indicates a lack of faith. Such solemnity can often be found among pilgrims traveling to the highest slopes of Mount Art.
My sainted mother has advised that, when her time to die comes, she will wander off into the woods in order to spare us distress. Never mind that we won’t know where she is until a bear is found holding aloft the remains of her head.
There are a few jukebox musicals that actually improve upon the songs that make up the score. Rock of Ages transforms the hits of ‘80s rock with delightful cleverness, stringing them together with a silly story and terrific arrangements.
I’ll say this for children: They’re terrible at pretending to have a good time. At least, mine are. So when Gemma (9) and Heidi (6) began singing along from their seats, I knew School of Rock was working.
