Could we be any more awesome?
In a revival of Tom Stoppard’s The Real Thing.
The smash show debuted a decade ago today.
Backwards runs drama until reels the mind.
Kander after Ebb.
Alison Bechdel's comic-strip memoir, onstage.
"Our hero enters, eating grits."
"There is great pleasure in being handled with authority by a playwright who knows what he’s doing."
In the musical's first official poster.
She has a stage presence almost as big as her character's do.
Ferocious, very controlled chaos.
There are pearly performances of great songs. It’s a shame about the rest of the show.
The revival — with Joe Manganiello as Stanley — is canonical, but not typical.
Repression times two.
How the Broadway actor found a better way to say goodbye.
Plus Ethan Coen's Women or Nothing.
And she thinks Tina Fey is attractive.
A play that's half-Chekov and half-Dallas, another that depicts Muhammad Ali meeting Stepin Fetchit, and a musical that's Icecapades for nerds. Good times.
Daisey's latest is a monthlong epic about fiction, fantasy, magic, and, yes. lying.
The results are mixed, and appropriately dyspeptic.
“Not to show my hand too much is a very effective technique if you’ve just had a scandal.”