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A discussion of the meaning of Jersey Shore and nonmonogamy in the comedienne’s hotel room.

Why the niche will never triumph, and mass culture will always march on.

L.E.S. weirdo performance space turns out to be less durable than Sardi’s.

You can practically see the deep-fried halos appearing over the six exemplars of southern womanhood as they wash each other’s hair, gossip viciously, and have meaningful conversations about life.

All that’s missing is a carny out in front of the Public Theater screaming, “Mothers, shield your children! Gentlemen, if you have a heart condition, leave now!”

If Elvis impersonators had a union, do you suppose this latest incarnation of the "jukebox musical" could have been prevented?

Oddly cast and irritatingly staged, this Glass Menagerie displays a few cracks—but it’s hard to damage such a great play.

It’s liable to appeal to today’s moodier teen far more than Rent.

You know you’re in a world-class city when there are two shows running simultaneously in which puppets deliver lessons in Schadenfreude.

A wildly ambitious, era-melding show about a trial in purgatory, at which fifteen actors play roughly twice as many characters from biblical times through the present day - nearly three hours of chaos.