reclining standards

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.

In their best moments, the mezzo and pianist Ted Sperling were near-ideal Bernstein-isti.

What R. B. Schlather’s visually arresting production has to do with the opera remains a mystery.

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

Fine voices and musical values here far outshine a cliché-ridden production.