Keith Huff’s episodic play has powerful moments, but too much narration.
David Adjmi’s clever but thin play offers theatrical showmanship but not much else.
Alan Harris’s rollercoaster of a play is a hint of Spring renewal in the depths of February.
Mastery of style is everywhere in this jewel of a show that is wistful, wry, and deeply touching.
How could some very talented people deliver a show so devoid of authenticity?
But why isn’t there more light and clarity in this moody but muddy work about illuminated manuscripts?
In director Ken Marini’s revelatory production, Beckett’s modern classic feels freshly-minted.
Part I of John Guare’s monumental trilogy perplexes even as it makes us want more.
Jackie Sibblies Drury’s dreary play is a sprawling, 70-minute journey to nowhere.
MJ Kaufman’s play is big on dogma and short on insight.