A Gypsy skeptic takes stock of Rose’s return.

Even talented playwrights fall into one trap: pandering to the lefty theatergoing audience.

In the Heights brings hip-hop and salsa beats to the old-school musical-comedy form. Plus: Brick, I am your father.

Passing Strange smashes Broadway clichés with an electric guitar.

Sunday in the Park With George and The Slug Bearers prove that Disney doesn’t have a lock on theatrical pyrotechnics.

The characters of Hunting and Gathering just need to crash on your futon for a few days. Is that okay?

Our country, great and ghastly: Little Sheba comes back, and Jerry Springer plays Carnegie Hall.

David Mamet’s November spins the White House for laffs. Plus: Richard Foreman, in all his weird glory.

The Little Mermaid is such a splashy bore, you’ve got to wonder: Was The Lion King just a fluke?

Baryshnikov knows what to do with Beckettian silence; Pinter’s Homecoming, at 40, is losing its virility.