THEATER REVIEW: Red has Intimacy Issues
John Logan’s play is executed skillfully at the Walnut Studio, but the intimate space robs it of its grandeur.
John Logan’s play is executed skillfully at the Walnut Studio, but the intimate space robs it of its grandeur.
Kim Davies’ play about sexual bondage feels like a cynical exercise in edginess for its own sake.
Director Diane Paulus’s circus-style production is a visual dazzler – but two Broadway veterans walk off with the show.
Clara Brennan’s intriguing one-character play — a love-letter to libraries — gets a fine production at Inis Nua, with an extraordinary performance by Emily R. Johnson.
With Cold Mountain — a major new work, superbly performed — Opera Philadelphia makes another leap forward.
What’s a suitable next season for Ryan Murphy’s American Horror Story, following Murder House, Asylum, etc.? How about American Horror Story: High School? […]
In the leading role, Ben Dibble is luminously sweet — but the frantic Walnut Street production sometimes robs Harvey of its gentle charm.
Bruce Graham’s play, an over-plotted riff on the behind-the-scenes saga of Bert Lahr in Waiting for Godot, is nowhere near as good as the real story.
Eugene O’Neill’s last completed play finds true greatness in its second half — and Kate Galvin’s production rises to meet it.
Stoppard’s meditation on science, the humanities and other big questions has his familiar dazzle, and Blanka Zizka’s direction is visually brilliant. But sometimes the human dimension gets lost.