There’s preholiday gloom galore on Chicago stages.
A Groupon ad for a “clip-in man bun” fuels rage—and demand—on the Internet.
Mayor Rahm basks in the glow of his great TIF triumph—taking millions from bankrupt schools and wasting it on his DePaul/Marriott boondoggle.
Chicago drone-doom veterans Buried at Sea play Wednesday at Reggie’s to support a new release of their only full-length album.
Volume 45, Number 8
Ulrich Seidl’s latest, In the Basement, introduces the doms who live downstairs.
In its 60th season, the Joffrey Ballet performs its late founder’s beloved adaptation of the holiday classic one last time.
Rick Alverson’s follow-up to The Comedy is as uncomfortable as black comedy gets.
Yes, you can betray a willing cuckold. Plus: single and sad, the Sondheim cure vindicated
The columnist revisits some greatest hits on the eve of his buyout.
But an indifferent staging lessens the impact of this world premiere at American Theater Company.
P-fac dumps its affiliations and heads to court.
The Atlanta rapper plays Chicago tonight, and his recent single should be more than enough to encourage you to head to the Shrine for his set.
Also about soccer, presidential candidates, and Charlie Hebdo?
This week’s gig poster was designed by Freek Van Andel at the House of Bones.