This relentlessly upbeat musical about teen suicide raises the question: Is gay without irony even possible?
Morning Is Broken: Cameron and David Review Morning Sun at Manhattan Theatre Club (for Parterre Box)
Morning Sun often feels as occluded and distancing as the austere, featureless set on which it’s performed.
The Lehman Trilogy had me in its thrall from the start. That’s not to say I endorse it wholeheartedly, though.
Who would pay $150 for the privilege to see this schlockfest again, masked and in an uncomfortable chair?
This short but powerful monologue, superbly delivered by Kirsten Quinn, exemplifies the strengths of Irish Heritage Theatre.
This now largely forgotten oddity from the great Nicholas Ray offers Gloria Grahame in two enticing modes.
Two singers at the top of their game in music as punishing as it is pretty.
Zachary James delivers a thoughtfully crafted, blessedly restrained Quixote/Cervantes.
“Mean…Moody…Magnificent!: Jane Russell and the Marketing of a Hollywood Legend” chronicles the Golden Age starlet’s troubled life and idiosyncratic career.
This film adaptation of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s beloved musical has come around at exactly the right moment.