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.

Young Frankenstein falls short of super-duper, but Stoppard’s Rock ’n’ Roll is a mother of an invention.

A funny, filthy soldier’s-eye view of Iraq.

Pygmalion shows exactly what the company should be doing. The Ritz, not so much.

Mauritius is a thriller about stamp collecting.

Straight from the sitcom to the stage, the foibles of the working class are suddenly all the rage.

Ian McKellen is the best thing about BAM’s Seagull and King Lear. But a few cuts would’ve helped, too.

Charles Mee’s Iphigenia 2.0 seems to incorporate everything he’s ever heard or read—mostly for the better.

Yeah, the reality-TV kids can sing—but has everyone forgotten how weak a show Grease is to begin with?