Philadelphia

REVIEW: In Arthur Miller’s All My Sons, the Too-High Cost of Doing Business

Curio’s homerun production breathes new life into a turgid melodrama.

Dominique Morisseau’s meaty, thought-provoking play gets a terrific production at McCarter.

This tale of terminally unpopular British teenagers feels like a 22-minute sitcom stretched to two hours.

Inis Nua’s Scottish import teeters between grim uncertainty and twinkly charm.

There’s little here about love, but the show suggests that obsession lasts forever.

Two final events at O18 sum up the wonders of this extraordinary festival.

An important but rarely produced American play gets a reboot from a South African company.

In this enchanting show, the second act is the charm.

Blythe’s virtuosity actually anchors the show to opera; Martha not so much.

Imagine you are at Disneyland, and there’s an Anthony Roth Costanzo ride.