Joe Brooks’s vanity musical is not terrible enough to be campy fun, but it’s pretty lousy all the same.

Any effort to make Broadway less a province of rich old white folks deserves applause.

The current revival of 'Absurd Person Singular' needs no help to seem clumsy and unconvincing.

As an investigator puzzles out a black soldier’s murder in the South in 1944, Fuller shows how all of us, individually and collectively, are prisoners of our history.

Richard Greenberg, warts and all, may be the best comic playwright alive.

At this point, who isn’t sick of puppets?

In Fran's Bed and Colder Than Here, families that grieve together cleave together.

The witty 'Intelligent Design of Jenny Chow' embraces its weirdo technophiles.

The evening's real charm lies in its spontaneity, the sense that the actors might say or do anything, at any time.

A billowing landscape of silk and wind, and dances that defy gravity.