Philadelphia

REVIEW: In John Guare’s Aipotu, Utopia Ain’t What it’s Cracked Up to Be

Part II of the Lydie Breeze Trilogy is linear, concise, and better than Part I.

The Arden’s Toni Morrison adaptation is too much handsome staging, too little Morrison.

David Jacobi’s play wants to capture something important. I wish I knew what.

A terrific evening of music and theater, and a thrilling affirmation of a magnificent work.

Keith Huff’s episodic play has powerful moments, but too much narration.

David Adjmi’s clever but thin play offers theatrical showmanship but not much else.

Alan Harris’s rollercoaster of a play is a hint of Spring renewal in the depths of February.

Mastery of style is everywhere in this jewel of a show that is wistful, wry, and deeply touching.

How could some very talented people deliver a show so devoid of authenticity?

But why isn’t there more light and clarity in this moody but muddy work about illuminated manuscripts?