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.

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.