The Seafarer and Black Nativity both meditate upon the wages of sin, just in time for Christmas.

Liev Schreiber was smoking onstage, Boyd Gaines played just about everyone, two energetic new musicals really rocked out—and ten Scotsmen in Brooklyn starred in the best drama yet about the Iraq war.

Tracy Letts’s August: Osage County is what O’Neill would be writing in 2007; The Farnsworth Invention is all surface and patter, but what a surface and what patter!

Martha Plimpton, in Cymbeline, may actually be better than the play deserves.

What’s wrong with Richard III.

Tumbleweeds may be blowing through Shubert Alley, but for those intent on catching a show, all is not lost.

Never fear: It’s an uncommonly good week off the Great White Way.

In Cyrano, the rarely seen Kevin Kline reveals his extraordinary skill in little flashes.

Chazz Palminteri’s one-man show about his childhood at 187th Street and Belmont Avenue overflows with the barbed, tumbling New York–ese that “fuhgeddaboudit” only hints at.

In their new Hamlet, the Wooster Group takes a maximalist approach to reviving a classic, attempting to duplicate a film of Richard Burton’s 1964 production.