The juggling minstrels and fire-breathers are the first clue: Madrigal Feaste is no Christmas choir concert. Think of it as an alternative reality with lords and ladies in rich velvet and silks, wassail and roasted boar’s head served with a song and serfs speaking in old English, “May I present thy rosted checkyn and redde potatoes, m’lady?”
Forget the eight forgettable tunes and Disney’s “Frozen” finds a pleasant home in the ranks of Disney’s animated “princess” musicals. The songs may place it closer to “Tangled” than “The Little Mermaid,” but there’s wit and whimsy in this 53rd Disney cartoon, a distant cousin of Hans Christian Andersen’s classic fairy tale, “The Snow Queen.”
Take your art to Soap Lake this weekend for a chance to enter the 10th annual Winterfest Art Show & Sale in December. The Soap Lake Art Guild is offering cash prizes up to $250 for best of show, best student art, people’s choice and divisional awards for different mediums.
It begins with a 90-minute fashion show masquerading as a sci-fi epic, and ends abruptly. Because “The Hunger Games: Catching Fire” is the most female-friendly/runway ready sci-fi franchise ever, and the latest film in the four-film trilogy is meant to be a cliffhanger, after all. But once things get going, FINALLY, this humorless chatterbox of intrigues, rebellion and a love triangle that seems “Twilighty” in its lovelessness packs in some real pathos. And while it may leave fans begging for more, and right away, the rest of the universe can ...
Oksana Ezhokina plays piano the way she talks. As she launches the staccato opening of Beethoven’s first piano concerto — which she’ll perform with the Tacoma Symphony next weekend — her phrases are direct, forthright, and with a bluntness that echoes her words. But as she switches to a dreamy Scriabin etude, her tone is as veiled and mellifluous as her voice.
Over the last six years, people learned to stop asking Eric Earley where Blitzen Trapper got its name. Earley, the band’s frontman and songwriter, used to tell a story about a Winnebago named Blitzen Trapper that blew up on the highway. Then, he wove a tale about his sixth-grade girlfriend and her Trapper Keeper binder adorned with her favorite reindeer, Blitzen. But those stories were all lies.
Late in Steve McQueen’s astonishing “12 Years a Slave,” we get a long, still close-up on Solomon Northup (Chiwetel Ejiofor), a formerly free black man in upstate New York who was kidnapped and sold into slavery in the 1840s American South. What followed were years of unthinkable abuse, backbreaking labor, fading dreams of his unreal-seeming former happy life with his wife and children. That pause in the movie, coming at a time when neither we nor Solomon can bear much more, lets us just look at his face — and ...