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.
This hugely energetic show favors spectacle over characters, but the audience doesn’t seem to mind.
I make no claim to completeness or even to coherence. But here goes…
Philadelphia Artists’ Collective’s delightful show captures the delights—and some of the poignant heart—of early melodrama.
Warmth, humor, and joyful out-and-proud-ness dominate the mood, yet there is considerable darkness in Mac’s view of both past and present.
600 Highwaymen’s non-play was an endurance test—how long could I stay in a theater without screaming?
This serious, ambitious show feels like its still a work in progress.
A particular tension—between angry political resistance, and gloriously buoyant queerness—fuels TM24’s immense energy.