The author has tweaked her intriguing, elliptical script in problematic ways.
In this intriguingly spare production, Tennessee Williams’ Summer and Smoke remains a puzzler.
The major takeaway from George C. Wolfe’s uneven production is it’s time we put Iceman on ice.
Joe Mantello’s wildly entertaining production also exposes the flaws of Albee’s play.
This lightweight production feels more like One Day’s Journey into Dusk.
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?