This gloriously intimate, profoundly moving production finally gets the show exactly right.
Director Alexander Burns’ sometimes imaginative rethinking cannot redeem Lionel Bart’s awful musical.
Ensemble coordination is this production’s greatest achievement, along with some fine individual contributions.
This glossy but glib production is enjoyable but adds little of substance to Ibsen’s original.
This frantic, antic production doesn’t illuminate Anne Washburn’s poignant satire.
Chas Rader-Shieber’s conflation was simultaneously over-conceptualized and insufficiently thought through.
Inis Nua’s Scottish import teeters between grim uncertainty and twinkly charm.
There’s little here about love, but the show suggests that obsession lasts forever.
James Ijames’ powerful play and Blanka Zizka’s fabulously theatrical staging must be seen.
A nearly-lost gem of a play gets a glowing revival by the gifted Philadelphia Artists Collective.