REVIEW: We’ve Been Through the Mill: Moulin Rouge! on Broadway (for Parterre Box)
For all of its winking loucheness, the show is utterly devoid of any real suggestion of sex.
For all of its winking loucheness, the show is utterly devoid of any real suggestion of sex.
Within minutes, something wonderful happened, and none of my reservations mattered.
Cameron and David continue the conversation about what critics do and how they are perceived.
The gorgeous title characters in this self-consciously clever production are diminished from the start.
Playwright Jonathan Payne’s sense of distance robs us of our need for outrage.
… in Dominique Morriseau’s lovely new play, they do.
… but director Robert O’Hara’s insights alternate between brilliance and glare.
Yannick and this magnificent orchestra were born for Bernstein.
This dispiriting, desultory revival essentially defines the difference between camp and kitsch.
The flame of Charles Ludlam and his Ridiculous Theatrical Company is fanned here by the great Everett Quinton.