Letters pile up outside the vacant corner house on 10th Avenue North at 52nd Street South in St. Petersburg, Florida.
Some are folded neatly into envelopes and sent through the Post Office to jam the mailbox to overflowing.
Woody Allen has always been interested in man’s search for meaning in life — a search he clearly sees as futile. Who can forget the young woman in “Play it Again, Sam,” staring at a Jackson Pollock painting and seeing “the hideous lonely emptiness of existence, nothingness, the predicament of man forced to live in a barren, godless eternity”? That’s not even the whole quote — but it could be Allen’s mantra.
The director has also mined the themes of crime and punishment, including murder — think “Crimes and Misdemeanors” and “Match Point.” All these threads — plus, of course, love and seduction — come together in his 45th feature, “Irrational Man,” which may not be his very best recent work, but is by far not his worst, either.
If a dripping-wet Marlon Brando, clad in a torn T-shirt screaming “Stella!” is your first and last impression of A Streetcar Named Desire, it may be time to let American Players Theater enlighten you with the rest of the story.
The Spring Green company has mounted a powerful retelling of Tennessee Williams’ most famous work, sticking to the roots of the original stage version but updating the setting to a slightly more contemporary 1963 New Orleans.
The talented R&B vocalist Jill Scott has taken a long, roundabout path to her fifth studio album, Woman. But it is worth the wait. Never content with the grooves of conventional R&B, she smooths things out on “Fool’s Gold,” digs deep into gospel wailing on “You Don’t Know,” and explores Prince-influenced territory on the slinky “Beautiful Love.” “Closure” gets irrepressibly funky, a kiss off to a former love. If there is a thread that holds the entire album together, it is the exploration of love and sex in all its forms. Jill Scott is wise and experienced, and her voice is a treasure.
In 1913, a young man named Leo Frank was accused of murdering a young girl he employed at his factory. But this was no everyday trial. Set amid the anxieties of a post-Reconstruction, early 20th century South, with a Jewish man originally from the North standing accused and the only other suspect a black man who becomes the key witness against his former employer, it could not be an everyday trial.
Fearsome sharks rained down once more in the latest Sharknado TV movie, but they didn’t create the ratings deluge of last year’s installment.
Critics dismissed it as a rough draft for “To Kill a Mockingbird” and readers despaired over an aging, racist Atticus Finch.
But Harper Lee’s “Go Set a Watchman” is still a million seller.
Dave Matthews may have skipped Alpine Valley — which he has called one of his favorites in the country — to play Summerfest last year, but he’s back in 2015 to a crowd that’ll surely be happy to see him. The jam band has been visiting Alpine Valley since 1999, building up a concentrated form of their regular devoted fan base in the Midwest as a result. Their two-night tenure at the festival will feature twice the DMB goodness, with one acoustic set and one electric.