THEATER REVIEW: TouchTones, The Phone Sex Musical—Sorry, Wrong Number
This limp, by-the-numbers musical at the Arden lacks not only an erotic charge, but even general interest
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.
Terrence Nolen’s production packs some surprises, and has a treasurable Rose in Mary Martello.
This often enjoyable production doesn’t fully capture the play’s sublime, disquieting oddness.
After the battering year we’ve had, the sweet hopefulness of the show could not be more welcome.
Matthew Lopez’s middle-of-the-road comedy doesn’t get below the surface sparkle.
The Arden’s sometimes wonderful riff on Chekhov is far subtler than it sounds.
Superb direction and a blue-chip cast in a beautiful, heartfelt, and visually glorious production.
In this gripping production, one of August Wilson’s less frequently produced plays looks instead like one of his greatest.
Bruce Graham’s play, an over-plotted riff on the behind-the-scenes saga of Bert Lahr in Waiting for Godot, is nowhere near as good as the real story.