REVIEW: At Encores, Me and My Girl is a Fallen Soufflé
This show needs two key ingredients—Englishness and charm. Here, it had neither.
This show needs two key ingredients—Englishness and charm. Here, it had neither.
This brilliantly acerbic, absurdist comedy gleefully thumbs its nose at trigger warnings.
Is this once-iconic satire still viable, or a historical curiosity? That is the question.
Michael Hollinger’s funny and clever play could use more gravity.
In Michael Hollinger’s perplexing but enchanting play, getting there is the best part.
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.