After winning everything in sight last year, John Patrick Shanley’s pedophilia thriller-drama-parable has turned to new actors to keep running, and the transplant hasn’t entirely come off.

In The Pajama Game, Harry Connick Jr. is a stiff (with great pecs). But he sure can work that piano.

The frequently profane, occasionally graphic play about two old friends and their shared hooker has rich characters, finely tuned writing, and laughs.

It probably wasn’t in director Scott Elliott’s power to wrest a really transcendent night from this material, but he does make it a diverting one.

A quarter century on, hip-hop has barely cracked the theater. But it could be its salvation.

Rabbit Hole would have made a fine screenplay—so why bother putting it on Broadway?

In Bridge & Tunnel, Sarah Jones avoids the solo-show death trap by brilliantly conveying more than multitudes.

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

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

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