Zachary James delivers a thoughtfully crafted, blessedly restrained Quixote/Cervantes.
This film adaptation of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s beloved musical has come around at exactly the right moment.
Watching the actors—masked and in street clothes, struggling with umbrellas—was almost unbearably emotional.
Adam Rapp’s elliptical meditation on grief and guilt ushers in a new era of in-person performances in Philadelphia.
If The Night of the Iguana is not exactly a day at the beach, it’s not really the dark night of the soul it should be, either.
I’ve long held that Philly’s best actors are as good as those anywhere, and you’ll see that here.
MasterVoices’ epic project may be the best showcase Guettel’s work has yet received.
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Netflix adaptation hits the marks of Wilson’s original while settling into a more focused filmic style.
If the original version of The Prom had zazz—Ryan Murphy’s adaptation barely achieves fizz.
With virtual streamed productions, the Wilma and PTC show that a path forward might also bring national recognition.