Theater

REVIEW: The Smoldering Embers of Lanford Wilson’s Burn This

What once seemed a poignant meditation on AIDS now plays as a study in white privilege.

The audience at this vulgar show doesn’t care about Russian History. What they want is AnastasiaTM.

A beloved and very human story here has the glossy sheen of a theme park ride.

At Classic Stage, this pallid imitation of Brecht & Weill meets a director with the same aesthetic.

Rodgers and Hart’s 1938 dance musical proves impossible to resuscitate.

Scott Ellis’s busy production puts Porter’s sublime musical between a rock and a hard place.

For sheer charm, I doubt this production will be equaled this year, or for many to come.

Perhaps unintentionally, Rick Foster’s hagiographic one-hander captures just what’s wrong with America’s most beloved actress.

Peter Sinn Nachtrieb’s play, meant to be funny, shocking and poignant, seems instead to be trying too hard.

An unspeakably vulgar adaptation of Shaw’s magnum opus is an alarm bell we shouldn’t ignore.