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.
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.