No Monkeying AroundWith Christopher Plummer in the lead, Inherit the Wind evolves. Plus:
Misbegotten Kevin Spacey.
Cheese Ahoy!The Pirate Queen plays out like a parody of bombastic musicals, but a new Oliver Twist is devilishly dark.
Too Sad for WordsJoan Didion’s one-woman show raises the problem of how to be loudly intimate.
She’s a Man, Baby!A contemporary approach to Shakespeare’s original all-male casting. Plus: Curtains just hangs there.
Everything Is IlluminatedThe greatest-actor-of-his-generation label is a lot to stick on a guy, but Talk Radio gives Liev Schreiber a chance to back up the hype.
Listen to Me, I’m IrishTranslations takes the Gaelic affection for language—and makes it the subject of a play. Can glorious words carry a whole drama?
Fabergé ActingPart Two of The Coast of Utopia is a chance to see stage work—from stars and journeymen alike—at its zenith.
No Show Tunes AllowedSpring Awakening may finally succeed where so many others have failed, bringing pop music people care about to Broadway.
The Year in TheaterHollywood carpetbaggers couldn’t keep up with our homegirls Christine Ebersole and Julie White. Will Power’s hip-hop Aeschylus owned New York Th […]
It’s the Little ThingsCompany gets the John Doyle treatment and looks great at 36. Plus: Another dispiriting celebrity turn, in The Vertical Hour.
So Far, So GoodThe Coast of Utopia is a huge, eloquent piece of theater, gaudy with talent. And we’re just into Part One.
Fly Away, Mary PoppinsRent the movie instead. Plus: Skip Les Mis, Part Deux, in favor of an acting tour de force.
Domestic DramaSarah Ruhl’s The Clean House feels like it’s been thoroughly scrubbed of human ambiguity. And the jokes would really work better in English.
The East Hampton StarGrey Gardens isn’t the revolutionary musical for today, but you won’t see the likes of its lead anywhere else.
It’s Not Alright, MaAs boomer Broadway wheezes its way into irrelevance with The Times They Are A-Changin’, a fresh voice emerges downtown.
Stand and Don’t DeliverAfter all the drama around My Name Is Rachel Corrie, what are we to make of the actual play?
‘House’ of Great ReputeShaw’s Heartbreak House gets a revival that shows off its talky brilliance. Plus: Cynthia Nixon, Neil LaBute, and more.
Broadway Melody of 1975Yes, it’s a period piece. No, it’s not a jaw-dropping revival. But A Chorus Line still has that hard-to-define something.
Anomie PlanetEric Bogosian updates subUrbia to 2006. Or tries to.
A Star Is ShornYes, Martin Short’s send-up of ego-trip one-man shows is funny. But is it healthy for Broadway to depend on Britney jokes?
Blackboard Jungle ’06No Child goes where theater
rarely dares tread:
a New York public high school.
The Father and the Holy GhostThe Busy World Is Hushed finds God
in other people; School of the
Americas seeks Him in a Marxist martyr.
Lost IslandRichard Greenberg almost captures a sepia-toned New York. Plus: Spring Awakening’s kids are all right.
Free RadicalIs Shakespeare in the
Park only the beginning?
Oskar Eustis on his
plans for the Public.
Returning Royalty: Alvin EpsteinStill hard at work at 81, Alvin Epstein—one of the great classical actors of his generation—moved back to New York last year, after decades on t […]
The Evil That Men Do, Yet AgainSome Girl(s) follows the
Neil LaBute recipe—bad behavior with
a twist, served ice cold—to a fault.
Fear and Loathing in the CafeteriaComing face-to-face
with everyday evil in a genuinely
terrifying drama based
on the Columbine massacre.
Phil Collins Can’t SwingTarzan slathers millions in razzle-dazzle
on a two-cent script.
Plus: Burnished performances in Shining City.
Humor Me HereReal laughs make a too-rare appearance on Broadway.
Landscape of the BodyJohn Guare mixed his experience of Beame-era Greenwich Village with the day’s seedier headlines to give the old moving-to-the-big-city story a d […]
I Love-Hate the EightiesLestat recalls the cheeseball bombast
of that decade at its worst;
The Wedding Singer does better by giving
the same era a c […]
Three’s No CharmJulia’s not a disaster, but Three
Days of Rain deserves a better production.
Plus: A Threepenny dreadful.