New York

The End of This Play Isn’t Written Yet: The Skin of Our Teeth at Lincoln Center (for Parterre Box)

For all of the ingenuity and accomplishment of director Lileana Blain-Cruz and company, something here doesn’t add up.

More than just a revival—it’s a reinvigoration of one of the best works of the last 50 years.

This high-gloss production trades on bland Americana at odds Meredith Willson’s sharply satirical, timeless show.

Clare Barron’s play, which explores women and sexual gratification, could be seen as brave or narcissistic or both.

The best of O’Hara’s Long Day is wrenching, illuminating, and will remain with me for a long time.

This audacious and charming new musical is especially welcome for wondrous presence of Victoria Clark.

This relentlessly upbeat musical about teen suicide raises the question: Is gay without irony even possible?

Morning Sun often feels as occluded and distancing as the austere, featureless set on which it’s performed.

The Lehman Trilogy had me in its thrall from the start. That’s not to say I endorse it wholeheartedly, though.

Who would pay $150 for the privilege to see this schlockfest again, masked and in an uncomfortable chair?