It’s the swans as much as the Shakespeare that has me driving each summer 90 minutes west of Toronto to the middle of nowhere.
For sheer, grin-inducing pleasure, it’s hard to top the tongue-twisting vocal marathon that is “I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major-General.”
It’s the show people love to hate: the Whitney Museum has gathered 51 artists for its 76th Biennial. Some are just ghastly, but that’s expected of course. (See our review by Lance Esplund).
Stephen Colbert ponders ‘truthiness” and shows satirical bits from recent episodes he will probably riff on before a live audience tonight at the Wellmont Theatre.
When Faust, such a preferable personality to Santa, sings his goodbye to this planet, a vision of peace and plenty flows from him in rapturous melody.
You have 58 chances left to catch “Jesus Christ Superstar” at Canada’s Stratford Festival and decide for yourself whether Des McAnuff’s chilling revival deserves the hoopla that has made it the summer’s most talked- about show.
New York City is home to 120,000 Britons -- more than you might expect -- and a few famous ones are now the toast of a London exhibition.