Take my yeast—please!
This noisy but empty show is more like a Wild Goose Chase.
Philly’s love affair with this superb actor has never been more heartfelt.
This gloriously intimate, profoundly moving production finally gets the show exactly right.
Director Alexander Burns’ sometimes imaginative rethinking cannot redeem Lionel Bart’s awful musical.
Ensemble coordination is this production’s greatest achievement, along with some fine individual contributions.
This glossy but glib production is enjoyable but adds little of substance to Ibsen’s original.
This frantic, antic production doesn’t illuminate Anne Washburn’s poignant satire.
Chas Rader-Shieber’s conflation was simultaneously over-conceptualized and insufficiently thought through.
Inis Nua’s Scottish import teeters between grim uncertainty and twinkly charm.