I make no claim to completeness or even to coherence. But here goes…
Phylicia Rashad’s flashy, shallow production reveals how close this play is to TV comedy.
This show needs two key ingredients—Englishness and charm. Here, it had neither.
With Shaw’s go-big-or-go-home masterpiece, playing it small and safe is not good enough.
Can we please stop fetishizing female angst as the highest form of acting?
Little by little, this small but wonderful musical makes magic.
In this musical, Encores’ latest revival, nothing is said once if it can be shouted over and over.
This heartfelt play about mental health is both too little and way, way too much.
This puzzling evening celebrated an adored institution even as it raised questions.
Abe Koogler’s play moves almost imperceptibly between realism and a poetic alternate reality.