Is this the underwhelming Kit Kat Club all over again? Well, yes and no.
Perhaps the biggest question surrounding this show is why it’s even on Broadway in the first place.
Sometimes an actor just has to come home to roost to rediscover just what they were put out there for in the first place.
This adaptation is striking for the way that it both softens the edges of and preserves the problematic acidity of August Strindberg’s play.
Signal the thunderclaps: Stephen Sondheim turned 80 this year, and everyone is partyin’ like it’s 1999 for the man.
The few mistakes occurring amid the gravity-defying craziness only served to illustrate just how beautifully close to disaster these performances always are.
Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson is historical revisionism for the late-term SNL era.
If you’re ready to have a gay old time, the funny flurries are showering New York these days.
A Cool Dip in the Barren Saharan Crick feels woefully under-rehearsed when not just plain amateurish.
Two Gentlemen of Lebowski frustratingly smirks at the concept of removing the Coens’ film from its context.
There’s a lot going on in its 75 minutes, and it’s great to see someone truly using the vast entirety of the wonderful Ellen Stewart Theater at La MaMa.
The enchanting spell of New York City shall likely draw Oklahomans, in all number of ways, for years to come.
Dylan Baker, always a reliable assist in stage and film, does work that is nothing short of transformative.
Suzan-Lori Parks’s blackly comic Southern gothic is sprinkled with poetic assertions on postwar distress and home-life abuses.
Next Fall isn’t about “old” times per se, but its content seems firmly rooted in the seriocomic patterns of seasoned old pros.
Despite its historical nature, The Temperamentals is anything but a dry history lesson.
Sure, Martin McDonagh is still pushing the envelope—but to where?
It’s awfully hard not to feel like you’re missing something throughout this Miracle Worker.
Here is a tragedy told with absolutely no momentum.
A gay renaissance appears to be hitting NYC theater these days.
The strength of Clybourne Park lies in how Bruce Norris keeps subverting the types represented.