Theater

REVIEW: In a Streamlined Saint Joan, the Grandeur Goes Up in Smoke

With Shaw’s go-big-or-go-home masterpiece, playing it small and safe is not good enough.

Can we please stop fetishizing female angst as the highest form of acting?

John Guare’s monumental Lydie Breeze trilogy ends movingly, if not entirely clearly.

A rare opportunity to see Tell Me on a Sunday reveals a good idea, flawed in the execution.

Little by little, this small but wonderful musical makes magic.

Quintessence Theatre’s production is problematic, but even the problems are interesting.

Tennessee Williams’ wrote his female characters with compassion—why can’t the director see it?

In this musical, Encores’ latest revival, nothing is said once if it can be shouted over and over.

The Walnut Street production’s antic energy is both its strength and its weakness.

The playwright and ELLE Senior Staff Writer talks Trump, his new play, and Queen Maxine.