Alan Harris’s rollercoaster of a play is a hint of Spring renewal in the depths of February.
This puzzling evening celebrated an adored institution even as it raised questions.
Mastery of style is everywhere in this jewel of a show that is wistful, wry, and deeply touching.
But why isn’t there more light and clarity in this moody but muddy work about illuminated manuscripts?
Jackie Sibblies Drury’s dreary play is a sprawling, 70-minute journey to nowhere.
MJ Kaufman’s play is big on dogma and short on insight.
McCarter’s enjoyable production doesn’t fully realize the shows virtuosity or pathos.
Sometimes the play at Lantern Theater seems like a great and important work; at other times, not so much.
139 years after its premiere, Ibsen’s masterpiece still feels razor-sharp.
Wilma’s snazzy revival makes a good case for this charming but quirky show.