reclining standards

REVIEW: In Adam Rapp’s The Sound Inside: Did I Mention They’re at Yale?

By the time we’re meant to care deeply about these characters, I’d had more than enough of them.

At its most antic, this production looks less like Buried Child than Buried… with Children.

Like any good gay theatergoers, we seek out Tennessee Williams revivals with the fervor of truffle-sniffing pigs.

David and Cameron consider 15 promising young singers, vying for a prestigious prize.

So much doctrine; so little insight.

A character-driven, wryly humorous play gets a production often mired in sitcom glibness.

Festival O19 ended on a sweet note, connecting Opera Philadelphia with the city and our musical future.

Seeing this exercise in naval-gazing on the eve of impeachment feels like the theatrical equivalent of fiddling while Rome burns.

It’s as if the show has gone from the page to the stage… and back again to the page.

In this intriguing but confounding theater piece , creator Joseph Keckler wants to have his cake and eat it too.