REVIEW: At the Arden, Ragtime, Seen From a New Perspective
It’s as if the show has gone from the page to the stage… and back again to the page.
It’s as if the show has gone from the page to the stage… and back again to the page.
Paula Vogel’s well-meaning play is cast adrift in a sea of confusion and clichés.
Philly’s love affair with this superb actor has never been more heartfelt.
This glossy but glib production is enjoyable but adds little of substance to Ibsen’s original.
In this enchanting show, the second act is the charm.
The Arden’s Toni Morrison adaptation is too much handsome staging, too little Morrison.
139 years after its premiere, Ibsen’s masterpiece still feels razor-sharp.
Some darkly provocative ideas here keep bumping heads with the upbeat tone at the center.
This limp, by-the-numbers musical at the Arden lacks not only an erotic charge, but even general interest
The emphasis on louche sexual openness, meant to shock the audience, instead makes this production feel less dangerous.