New York

REVIEW: Howards, Endless: The Inheritance on Broadway (for Parterre Box)

It’s not difficult to make an audience weep. But artists have a responsibility to not overuse that power.

Seen here, this dated piece of earnest but intolerant realism seems almost a parody of itself.

David and Cameron explore this charming new play, lit up with old fashioned star power.

By the time we’re meant to care deeply about these characters, I’d had more than enough of them.

Like any good gay theatergoers, we seek out Tennessee Williams revivals with the fervor of truffle-sniffing pigs.

So much doctrine; so little insight.

Seeing this exercise in naval-gazing on the eve of impeachment feels like the theatrical equivalent of fiddling while Rome burns.

Director Jamie Lloyd and a strong trio of actors puncture the pomposity of Harold Pinter’s adultery drama.

Although I saw this provocative production a month ago, I continue to think about it.

Within minutes, something wonderful happened, and none of my reservations mattered.