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.
J. T. Rogers’ complex play demands to be seen—but who can afford to produce it?
At the Met, Carsen and company reduce metaphor to melodrama.
Hamish Linklater’s bumpy, overwritten play never finds an anchor.
Revisiting Annie Baker’s new play confirmed some of my impressions and changed others.