THEATER REVIEW: In Sex with Strangers at PTC, Lust and Literature Are Odd Bedfellows
Laura Eason’s play, a mix of serious themes and meet-cute glibness, is simultaneously overwrought and undercooked.
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Laura Eason’s play, a mix of serious themes and meet-cute glibness, is simultaneously overwrought and undercooked.
This Crucible, a veritable melting pot of theatrical ideas, is by turns heartbreaking and brilliant, overwrought and silly.
Here, in the original “Room Where It Happens,” nothing interesting happened.
Jennifer Haley’s gripping play is part cyber-thriller, part character study, part science fiction.
In Rick Elice’s clever, energetic play, some of the heart and soul get lost.
Rebecca Wright’s beautiful production finds the essence of Shaw’s gorgeous, unwieldy play.
Though a self-consciously clever production sometimes threatens to derail An Octoroon, an excellent cast and Brandon Jacobs-Jenkins’ brilliant script carry the day.
In this gripping production, one of August Wilson’s less frequently produced plays looks instead like one of his greatest.
Director Jack O’Brien gives us the show in glorious technicolor, while masterfully finding some darker undertones.
In what might be a cautionary tale, two promisingly edgy shows slide to big three network pablum levels.