David Jacobi’s play wants to capture something important. I wish I knew what.
The audience loved this musical Shakespeare send-up. So did I—sometimes.
A terrific evening of music and theater, and a thrilling affirmation of a magnificent work.
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.
This puzzling evening celebrated an adored institution even as it raised questions.
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?