By Cynthia Citron
It is touted as thrilling and chilling. But I found it muddled, and it left me befuddled.
The play is “An Inspector Calls.” Unfortunately, he was calling
by Cynthia Citron
Wheeler is an unhappy man, drifting through life without direction, without ambition, without compassion, without hope. A self-absorbed man who recognizes himself as a loser. Yet in
Tuesday was my good friend and Santa Monica resident since 1963, Jerry Rosenblum's 97th birthday. The word that best describes Jerry is “mensch,” Yiddish for a high character,
by Cynthia Citron
At some point in his life the thinking man will usually ask himself three important questions: Who—or what—am I? Where am I? and How did
By Cynthia Citron
The invitation to come and review a play called “Wink” provided a brief description of what the play was about. I thought it might be enlightening and
by Cynthia Citron
Friends who have similar personalities and mannerisms sometimes joke about being "twins separated at birth." It's not a joke, however, to a set
by Cynthia Citron
It could have been a one-man play, with Christopher Dietrick going through the trauma of becoming famous all by himself. He was magnificent. But he was surrounded
By Cynthia Citron
Several hundred women — and a smattering of men — gathered at a lovely home in Brentwood this past Sunday to participate in the opening of the 11th season
By Cynthia Citron
Because they are actors who are largely unfamiliar to regular movie-goers, watching their film will make you feel like a Peeping Tom. "The Grief of Others&
