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The spanning-the-decades costumes by Catherine Zuber are knock-outs. As are the spectacular hats. But when hats and haute-couture upstage the book and score you’re in trouble.
It has lost one intermission but has gained a bigger audience on a much larger acting space that gives the actors a mighty workout - shouting louder than ever.
It has to be believed to be seen! With tons of kids excited and expectant in the audience. The feeling is contagious.
Sam Gold directs this sparring match to perfection.
Jerry Zaks has taken over the direction and made this production a hilarious vaudevillian farce that makes us as pleased as punch.
Go and be tremendously moved. Be entertained. Laugh and cry. And most importantly be reminded of the horrors of censorship and its repercussions. At The Cort Theatre.
One almost expects to see Mickey Rooney and Judy Garland or at least one might hope to see them come to the rescue
It’s like watching a movie with real live actors. Some of it is charming. Some of it is dull. It is sometimes serious. Sometimes vaudevillian.
It is one delightful, imaginative and wacky surprise after another with a heart of gold that is running on all cylinders at the August Wilson Theatre
Put a lot of laughter in your life, try one or better yet both.
Doesn’t catch the gold ring but meanders along in short vignettes with various narrators urging it along slowly and unsurely.
A three character genteel and romantic/historical menage a trois fairy tale featuring Gabriel Ebert and Christopher Sears.
Taking place in a bar where everybody knows your name, your habits (good and bad), your favorite brew, your birthday, and who is supplying the drugs and using.
Danny DeVito at 72 making his Broadway debut pulls the rug out from under his co-stars with his revelatory performance as a charming yet shrewd and completely amusing 90 year old antique app…
GO! You will stand up and shout out and support our Canadian friends who have delivered this musical with care and love. A lesson for us all.
If you have any qualms about seeing this production - set them aside. Forget any preconceived notions and meet the Wingfields through a new set of eyes.
Glenn Close won a Tony for her performance twenty three years ago. She has now returned older and wiser and more than spectacular.
The production is intriguing, bizarre, disturbing at times but ultimately unsatisfying. Through March 12th.
What’s more confounding? That Mr. Lecesne has won multiple awards or that his new play doesn’t support his reputation?
Set in Pittsburgh 1977 we meet a collection of characters that Mr. Wilson has a fondness for and knows deep down inside and out
If you absolutely need to see Cate Blanchett in the flesh be forewarned. She is lovely but the play itself isn’t.
It is the extraordinary arrangements by Deke Sharon and Music Supervision by Rick Hip-Flores that are the true stars of this production. Along with each amazing singer. You may not remembe…
Doo-wop, slick hair, crap games, gangsters and guns with stand out performances by Nick Cordero & Hudson Loverro
Brilliantly scaled down by director Leigh Silverman to slip into the intimate three quarters round seating – without sacrificing the super entertainment factor and exciting score one iota.
Attempting to take us to dizzying heights RIDE THE CYCLONE is a series of ups and downs without too many thrills and/or chills.
Light and superficial. Not plausible nor believable. However the acting is convincing. And then all of a sudden in Act II everything begins to make sense. Sort of.
A human story told brilliantly, sung brilliantly with passion, humor and spirit. Love, friendship, family, compassion are all rightfully above the title here.
What is intended to be provocative soon becomes a snooze fest featuring decaying and decadent aristocratic morals.
The Baby Boomer generation is laid bare in satirical splendor by Mr. Bartlett with laser like direction by Michael Myers. The acting exceptional.
Finally towards the end of Act II Mr. Lane arrives like a tornado. In a role that fits him like a glove. A boxing glove. And delivers the goods like a roaring inferno in Act III.
A blight has befallen this ill-conceived cherry orchard represented by a grouping of Calder-like mobiles hovering over this classic play like a series of modern day sabotaging vultures.