"The Time of the Cuckoo," a wry fifties-era play about sex and marriage among Americans in Venice, is still fresh half a century later.

A splashy, trashy, unsubtle—but audience-pleasing— Shakespeare in the Park; Baryshnikov as a man who believes he’s a car.

Adam Bock’s aviary parable aims for fanciful but delivers tedium; Musical of Musicals, on the other hand, hits its targets with sophisticated affection.

A charming revival of Big River mixes hearing and deaf actors performing together; Avenue Q reinvents Sesame Street as adult entertainment.

Here the chief concern is what I’ll call the Cold Peace, whereby the West, including ophthalmologists, is blind to Third World genocide.

Robert Wilson's "The Days Before" is smug, pretentious, and, worst of all, boring.

The interwoven monologues of Conor McPherson's early work blow his "The Weir" (and rival Martin McDonagh) off the stage.

Arthur Miller rides (bumpily) again.