(I was so happy to find, after writing my review of 4000 Miles, that this image exists. Read the article to see why. Photo by Kevin Berne.)
I think I'm chafing at the form of a theater review. The system under which I write is not conducive to thoughtfulness, complexity, or, heaven forbid, research. It does not encourage diligent but slow pursuits of the right word or exquisitely crafted phrases. It's geared toward "producing" a specific "amount of content" on a "quick turnaround." (William Zinsser just had a heart attack.)
Lately, I've been turning over and over in my head an idea for a new system. I've been talking about it with people who I think might be interested, both to mine them for ideas and to create social pressure so that I don't give up on the project. (I like to think of myself as a master in the art of manipulating myself.)
As I said to someone at a show last night, "nascent" would be a generous term for the state of this idea. All I have for now is desire and energy.
I'm on the hunt for other alternative models of arts criticism, to expand my narrow horizons (and to further plunder others' ideas). Readers, have you any directions in which to point me?
4000 Miles continues through Feb. 10; info here.
Cat on a Hot Tin Roof continues through Feb. 17; info here.
Manic Pixie Dream Girl continues through Feb. 10; info here.
Why Torture Is Wrong and the People Who Love Them continues through Feb. 17; info here.