The show is at its best when it examines the questions that Susanna Kaysen did in her memoir.
The production is far from a party and more akin to a long soiree in which the cool people haven’t arrived yet.
This has to be the toughest prediction year since Avenue Q shockingly walked away with the Best Musical prize six years ago.
Shear sat down with us recently to talk about her new play.
If The Burnt Part Boys is good-natured Wonder bread, then Oliver Parker! is burnt toast that’s been peed on.
To paraphrase possibly its greatest tune: It’s still got life, brother.
Faith or no faith, whatever denomination you wish to call yourself, Passion Play more than lives up to its title.
By now, I’m sure many of us have read about Setoodeh’s infamous Newsweek piece about gay actors.
Brian Kulick’s herky-jerky production is never quite sure what to do with the great Dianne Wiest.
Somehow a fully-cast sextet sloppily became a quartet in Beth Henley’s logy, often risible play Family Week.
Perhaps the biggest question surrounding this show is why it’s even on Broadway in the first place.
Sometimes an actor just has to come home to roost to rediscover just what they were put out there for in the first place.
This adaptation is striking for the way that it both softens the edges of and preserves the problematic acidity of August Strindberg’s play.
Signal the thunderclaps: Stephen Sondheim turned 80 this year, and everyone is partyin’ like it’s 1999 for the man.
The few mistakes occurring amid the gravity-defying craziness only served to illustrate just how beautifully close to disaster these performances always are.
Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson is historical revisionism for the late-term SNL era.
If you’re ready to have a gay old time, the funny flurries are showering New York these days.
Strangers in a Strange Land: A Cool Dip in the Barren Saharan Crick and In the Heat of the Night
A Cool Dip in the Barren Saharan Crick feels woefully under-rehearsed when not just plain amateurish.
Two Gentlemen of Lebowski frustratingly smirks at the concept of removing the Coens’ film from its context.
There’s a lot going on in its 75 minutes, and it’s great to see someone truly using the vast entirety of the wonderful Ellen Stewart Theater at La MaMa.
The enchanting spell of New York City shall likely draw Oklahomans, in all number of ways, for years to come.