Jackson McHenry

3 days ago | vulture.com | Jackson McHenry

From Eurydice, at the Signature. In these days when summer’s struggling to break out of its cloudy end-of-May shell, the dead seem awfully close to us. Maybe it’s worth pausing and listening closely to what they have to say. Such is happening at the Signature Theatre, where Les Waters is carefully and straightforwardly reviving Sarah Ruhl’s Eurydice, a play about journeying to the underworld.

1 week ago | substack.com | Jackson McHenry

Hi! I’m Emily Gould, the new host of New York Magazine’s almost award-winning daily newsletter, Dinner Party. I was handed the reins of this enterprise by the legendary Choire Sicha, after being given his blessing. “I told them it should be you,” he texted me, which is something that he only texted to a very select handful of people. Starting Monday, June 2, you and I will be together every day on this journey.

2 weeks ago | vulture.com | Jackson McHenry

Nicole did it. Julianne did it. For the sake of good joke structure, if not the health of the American entertainment industry, we need Meryl to complete the trilogy. It’s 2025. The dream of being a movie star who does only movies is long dead. The most you can hope for is being a movie star who has the ability to get a limited series a green light.

2 weeks ago | vulture.com | Sara Holdren |Jackson McHenry

After all the Tony-chasing reaches its finish line in early June comes the time when New York audiences and performers traditionally pack up and leave for festivals or simply a little vacation. But in the midst of that humid lull, there is still plenty to see if you stay in town — whether inside with the benefit of AC or en plein air, where the venues are getting more plentiful.

2 weeks ago | vulture.com | Jackson McHenry

From Goddess, at the Public. If you need someone to sing like a deity, you could do a lot worse than Amber Iman, whose voice can traverse several states of matter in quick succession. It can be deep and solid as obsidian, then fluid as water, fluttering into a riff like air, or zapping into a held note with the charge of plasma—all with remarkable ease and control.