What once seemed a poignant meditation on AIDS now plays as a study in white privilege.
The audience at this vulgar show doesn’t care about Russian History. What they want is AnastasiaTM.
For sheer charm, I doubt this production will be equaled this year, or for many to come.
Perhaps unintentionally, Rick Foster’s hagiographic one-hander captures just what’s wrong with America’s most beloved actress.
Lerner and Loewe’s “lost” musical is a wonderful oddity that should be better known.
Elevator Repair Service provides plenty of ironic spin but misses its own sense of privilege.
Seen here, an old fashioned but endearing musical becomes a Trumpian fantasia.
Despite some intriguing ideas, Elmer Rice’s Dream Girl at IRC fails to find full resonance.
This visually stunning production shows EgoPo’s theatrical imagination and innovation at full throttle.
Seen here, one is aware of Clifford Odets’ flaws as a writer—but even more, we see his grandeur.