A new Off Broadway production will go up this June.
Every step this show takes is as deliberate and serious as a recovering drunk's.
The $60 million musical lurches off the ground.
Sunrise, sunset. For the second time in two weeks.
Will Eno's 'Middletown' isn't a play, it's a place. And there's nothing there.
'Electra in a One Piece' and 'Penelope' are half-crazed mash-ups of bloody Attic antiquity. I highly recommend seeing them back-to-back.
The New York State Department of Labor is on the scene.
This is all kinds of awesome.
The play tries to expand the scorched-earth self-analysis of Kron's 'Well,' but it's a far more conventional work.
He'll join Jason Patric in a revival of 'That Championship Season.'
Kander and Ebb's final collaboration, which turns a civil-rights parable into a minstrel show, is, on its own discomfiting terms, utterly successful.
The Globe Theatre's Merry Wives of Windsor is a kind of juice cleanse for the theatrically besotted, overdosed, and/or toxified.
After a (really cool sounding) stunt goes wrong.
A lusty, lumpy, lovably imperfect remount.
Plus: Boyd Gaines, Mario Cantone, Glenn Close ...
If Baz Luhrman and Laurie Anderson got stoned listening to late-night college-radio electro-pop, this is what they'd hallucinate.
I intuit something deeply personal in Ben Willimon's play, but every aspect of it points to a sloppy wallow in musky self-pity.
Apart from Boyd Gaines, we're treated to two very famous voices, and very little else.
In a whooshing 65 minutes, Maxwell delivers a tremendous theatrical head rush playing a former wing-walker trying to recover from a stroke.