The undisputed cause célèbre here — for better or worse — is director Simon Stone.
This high-gloss production trades on bland Americana at odds Meredith Willson’s sharply satirical, timeless show.
This relentlessly upbeat musical about teen suicide raises the question: Is gay without irony even possible?
The Lehman Trilogy had me in its thrall from the start. That’s not to say I endorse it wholeheartedly, though.
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.
This film adaptation of Lin-Manuel Miranda’s beloved musical has come around at exactly the right moment.
Watching the actors—masked and in street clothes, struggling with umbrellas—was almost unbearably emotional.
MasterVoices’ imaginative traversal of Adam Guettel’s quirky, charmingly uncategorizable work continues.