by John Stoehr
Here's a preview of what's coming up in Arts in this week's City Paper.
Erica Jackson writes about Kulture Klash, a Big Apple-style underground art party happening in the Old Navy Yard this weekend.
The College of Charleston revamps the old Cinderella story with a new contemporary feel, including not-so-kid-friendly references to eating disorders, incest, and self-mutilation. Our theater critic Willam Bryan previews Ash Girl and how the times they are a-changin'.
I went to see Charleston Stage's production of I Am My Own Wife over the weekend, a one-man performance about a transvestite who did what she had to do during the reigns of Hitler and Stalin. I offer a review.
The Post & Courier gave Seinfeld's big-screen debut big ups, but our film critic Scott Renshaw demurs: animated films generally rely on sentimentality for affect, but Seinfeld, as most of us know, is virtually allergic to schmaltz, making Bee Movie the result of a bad pairing.
High art has for some time had an uneasy relationship with popular entertainment. Since the 1970s, when Camelot and the Great Society began to fade (as well as federal arts funding), high art has hoped popular culture might save the day. Now comes Paul Potts, the frumpy lad who sang opera on Britain's Got Talent. He performs today at 4 p.m. on Oprah Winfrey's special YouTube webscast. Opera advocates likely hope he'll spur new interested. I cast a little doubt in Freeze Frame: perhaps opera had best pay attention to itself and not YouTube.