Jessica Goldman

What a thrill the stage adaptation of Misery (written by William Goldman in 2015) could have been if it had something to say about toxic fandom and the psychological perils of celebrity worship. Issues meaningful to us even if they're hidden in a good old-fashioned thriller. Instead, the play based...

Nine hundred and thirty-six days. That’s how long Big Ma, her two children and two grandchildren have gone without clean water. Water that won’t harm them. Water they can use to wash dishes, bathe, cook with and drink. These appalling conditions aren’t in some third-world country or post-war refugee camp...

We’re never more vulnerable than when we love, for to love someone means exposing ourselves fully. To allow ourselves to be seen. And if we’re lucky, our offering is met with reciprocal feelings through which trust, respect and tender-heartedness flourish. It’s a lot to ask of us imperfect beings. But...

“OK, Ms. Goldman, I’m going to need you to sign this waiver before you go into the show”. So said the lovely young woman who greeted me as I arrived to see Red Speedo, presented by On The Verge Theatre. Not an entirely unusual request for a critic. Once in...

It’s not often you see a play about genocide and find yourself seat-dancing to a kick-ass groovy rock band. In fact, it’s probably never. But then, Cambodian Rock Band, Lauren Yee’s play depicting one man’s daunting survival from the notorious Khmer Rouge rule in isn’t your average tale of horror...