Rose Robinson is tired. She's tired of white men calling all the shots; tired of dreaming about one day being a famous singer, like Billie Holiday; and sick of working in seedy nightclubs. She sings in Sam's Jazz Club on weekends, and at any other sleazy bar with a bandstand the rest of the time. Tonight -- a warm evening in World War II-era Manhattan -- her pianist hasn't shown up, and her brother, a hoofer who goes on... More >>>
Toni Robinson (right) excels in The Jazz Club. Mark Pafume doesn't.