Criticism

THEATER REVIEW: In The Antipodes, Writing Is—Literally and Figuratively—An Exorcism

There are many wonderful things in Annie Baker’s new play, but it loses its way.

John Guare’s still-wonderful play deserves better than Trip Cullman’s glossy, shallow revival.

This amped-up version has its own rewards—especially in the marvelous Euan Morton.

What should be shocking and hilarious emerges here as kind of naughty and sort of funny.

I would gladly have stayed on to see this gorgeous show a second time.

Even when we’re not clear where Mia Chung’s play is going, the trip is more than worthwhile.

Walnut Street’s production captures the arch surface of Wilde’s script, but not its anarchic zing.

This playful take on Agatha Christie’s mystery delivers more chuckles than chills.

A terrific cast scores in Nicky Silver’s coruscating, hilarious comedy.

I disagree with many of Sam Gold’s directorial ideas—yet I’ve never seen a production that feels so devastatingly right.