reclining standards

REVIEW: Look What Happened to Mabel: Mack and Mabel at Encores (for Parterre Box)

Time heals almost everything, as Jerry Herman’s best score is stylishly resurrected.

The long-neglected composer’s work anchored a concert dedicated to exploring personal identity through music.

This charmless, shrill Dolly did not have me at Hello!

Seen and heard here, Donizetti’s late work was stronger on vocal power than bel canto nuance.

The electric current that needs to run through Sam Shepard’s great play is curiously low-voltage here.

At 48th and Baltimore, a performance worthy of a Tony, and an enchanting show.

Pretty is its own reward, but it has its limits. This recital showed both.

Director Eric Tucker’s production seems like an exercise in “épater la bourgeoisie” smart ass-ness.

I’ve heard starrier performances, but none that made a more powerful case for this masterwork.

With predictably Eurotrashy design elements, playwright/director Simon Stone reduces Euripides to soap opera.