Dance of Death
The Shape of Things
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The Royal Shakespeare Company's modern-dress production of "Hamlet" is a tasteless concoction that is neither good nor good for you.

In Nicholas Hytner's strangely aquatic version of "Twelfth Night," spectacle and buffoonery take the place of poetry and insight -- his Shakespeare is all wet.

Moliere's surgical comedy of religious manners and hypocrisy crackles in a cunning translation by Richard Wilbur packed with more verbal firecrackers than a Sondheim song.

Richard Greenberg's smart but uneven "Hurrah at Last" is a darkish comedy about a struggling writer that itself struggles for significance.

Dancing despite the Nazis, the tawdry chorines of "Cabaret" provide a bracing alternative to "The Sound of Music"'s sugarcoated Trapps.

"Mizlansky/Zilinsky" is a fun and frisky ride over a lot of potholes.

Kids haunt three new shows: Antonio Banderas’s younger self, in Nine; a brain-damaged daughter, in < i>A Day in the Death of Joe Egg; and a squawking brat, in Life (x) 3.