John Patrick Shanley’s Doubt, a nearly flawless work, suffers not a bit in the transfer to Broadway.

How many more overrated British directors are we going to import to become serial killers of American theater?

And now for something completely exhausted: Spamalot’s gags and songs are weary from their quest.

This is vintage farce (and in farce, as in wine, old is good), with no holds barred and all foibles bared.

Even with so-what songs, Dirty Rotten Scoundrels is a fun night out with a terrific cast.

The 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee is almost too much title for a wispy little musical that hangs on the horns of a dichotomy.

How, I wonder, could one salvage the presently disastrous musical Good Vibrations, which is based on the preexistent songs of the Beach Boys?

Sutton Foster is a delight, but everything else in Little Women goes horribly, horribly wrong.

The New Group’s revival of David Rabe’s Hurlyburly confirms it as a major play, so absorbing bit by bit that by the time its three hours seem overlong, it is over.

Fat Pig reveals Neil LaBute’s strengths (cruel wit) and weaknesses (the tender bits).