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Hollywood carpetbaggers couldn’t keep up with our homegirls Christine Ebersole and Julie White. Will Power’s hip-hop Aeschylus owned New York Theatre Workshop. And John Doyle’s new Company proved that his spectacular Sweeney Todd was no fluke.

Company gets the John Doyle treatment and looks great at 36. Plus: Another dispiriting celebrity turn, in The Vertical Hour.

The Coast of Utopia is a huge, eloquent piece of theater, gaudy with talent. And we’re just into Part One.

Rent the movie instead. Plus: Skip Les Mis, Part Deux, in favor of an acting tour de force.

Sarah Ruhl’s The Clean House feels like it’s been thoroughly scrubbed of human ambiguity. And the jokes would really work better in English.

Grey Gardens isn't the revolutionary musical for today, but you won’t see the likes of its star anywhere else.

As boomer Broadway wheezes its way into irrelevance with The Times They Are A-Changin’, a fresh voice emerges downtown.

After all the drama around My Name Is Rachel Corrie, what are we to make of the actual play?

Shaw’s Heartbreak House gets a revival that shows off its talky brilliance. Plus: Cynthia Nixon, Neil LaBute, and more.

Yes, it’s a period piece. No, it’s not a jaw-dropping revival. But A Chorus Line still has that hard-to-define something.