The playwright behind “Ohio State Murders,” opening this month, has a theory as to why: “It’s because I’m a Black woman.”
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SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMBenjamin Walker could have been a Hollywood superhero. Instead, he's at the Jacobs Theatre, rocking the man on the $20 bill.
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMVan Hove has no interest in subtlety, but neither did Hellman, really, so the match is a good one, even when the show’s super-text starts to bray a bit.
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMDowntown, two icons of the sexual revolution are reliving their glory days.
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMDavid Mamet's play is performed, word perfect, by Patrick Stewart and T.R. Knight. And that's the problem.
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMNot lucid enough to be middlebrow, even, but definitely muddled-brow. It’s to Warchus’s infinite credit that he can spin straw into gold.
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMIt's damned hard to resist deploying a "Blade Re-Runner" pun
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMThe actors push and push, trying to get some momentum, but Cho, in trying to write a timeless fable, has instead created a paceless half-play.
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMSo I’m at Bloody Bloody Andrew Jackson last night, and in the row ahead of me, a long-haired gentleman (wearing what I believe was an “I’m Andrew $%#@ing Jackson” T-s…
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMI woke up this morning thinking fondly of Alec Baldwin. As I often do. (This and so many other things set me apart from Kim Basinger and Roger Ailes.)
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMThe play belongs on a pageant wagon parked outside Lambeau Field; its presence on Broadway is, to adopt the parlance, a real ball-scratcher.
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMMark Rylance's goofy set of fake choppers in 'La Bête' are not alone on Broadway, and off.
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMWatching director David Bjornson’s rickety read-through of a revival, I found Gaines’s performance to be the only indispensable one onstage — the lone breathing human up th…
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMIf Baz Lurhmann and Laurie Anderson got stoned listening to late-night college-radio electro-pop, Persephone is what they’d hallucinate. And whether or not you’ll dig it depends …
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMA lusty, lumpy, lovably imperfect remount.
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMThe Globe Theatre's Merry Wives of Windsor is a kind of juice cleanse for the theatrically besotted, overdosed, and/or toxified.
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMKander and Ebb's final collaboration, which turns a civil-rights parable into a minstrel show, is, on its own discomfiting terms, utterly successful.
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMWill Eno's 'Middletown' isn't a play, it's a place. And there's nothing there.
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMWith one breathtaking, breakneck 30-minute monologue, he steals the season.
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMThe most startling thing about Women on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown — the ambitious, addled, oddly enervated new musical from composer-lyricist David Yazbek (Dirty Rotten Scoundre…
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMIs this the future of Off Broadway? Fun-size versions of Great White megahits?
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMIn Long Story Short, Quinn skims thousands of year with an autodidact's stentorian emphasis and a drinking buddy's beer-breath bonhomie.
SOURCE: New York Magazine at 05:58PMWhen a man eats a lightbulb for your wincing pleasure, you'll follow him anywhere.
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