The crown may be hollow, but here it seems weightless.
Yet this extravagantly enjoyable show would benefit from being taken a bit more seriously.
Summon the ghosts of Rosalind Russell and Cary Grant at your peril.
In this intriguingly spare production, Tennessee Williams’ Summer and Smoke remains a puzzler.
The major takeaway from George C. Wolfe’s uneven production is it’s time we put Iceman on ice.
Joe Mantello’s wildly entertaining production also exposes the flaws of Albee’s play.
This lightweight production feels more like One Day’s Journey into Dusk.
This hugely energetic show favors spectacle over characters, but the audience doesn’t seem to mind.
I make no claim to completeness or even to coherence. But here goes…
Philadelphia Artists’ Collective’s delightful show captures the delights—and some of the poignant heart—of early melodrama.