Typical (and typically fantastic) of Austin Film Society’s selections, The Windmill Movie is difficult to explain in one breath. It’s a bittersweet tale&mdas;a creative spirit named Richard P. Rogers is born into a world of wealth and prominence and spends a lifetime attempting to document, illustrate and explain his own existence, yet he never finishes the self-assigned project. He amasses hours of video footage (lavish parties, pretty women, personal interviews) and simultaneously earns a reputation as a respectable documentarian and professor of experimental film, yet his true life’s work remains unfinished at the time of his death. more ›

So much has been written about Rubber Repertory's US premiere of the Wallace Shawn play, A Thought in Three Parts, that you'd have to have been buried under a pile of rocks not to have heard of it. Closing this weekend at the Vortex, this naughty little show has garnered an unprecedented amount of press. So we're a bit late to the party, but we finally managed to get our butts in a seat at... more ›

(Photo by Matt Wright) As children, we were a car trip family. Five of us would pack into a Subaru and set sail from Cleveland for other, even more Midwestern destinations. Places like Lawrence, Kansas, where great grandmother lived until her death in 2004. In high school, we'd stand in the alley behind Grandma's house, sneaking cigarettes where the family couldn't see. Back there we saw the sordid underbelly of Lawrence -- kids up... more ›

From the moment we woke up, something was different. Our fingers delicately tip-toed across our bedside table; we nimbly caressed our oddly rhythmic alarm into silence. Gone was our everyday stumbling stupor as we arose from the bed like a bird on a spring. ‘Twas replaced with physical ease – how nice – as we spun and we twirled, dipping and diving, shuffling gracefully to our morning…pee. (Ahhh.) This is no week in theatre,... more ›