'New York, New York' review: Broadway musical can't make it here, anywhere
The final musical of the Broadway season, I'm sorry to say, is not a victory for the home team.
The final musical of the Broadway season, I'm sorry to say, is not a victory for the home team.
Recalling the past, via an afternoon on a sun-bathed, screened-in porch with two fabulous actresses.
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Sean Hayes takes on the role of Oscar Levant, the virtuoso piano player, in this mostly unsatisfying dramedy.
Witness the emergence of an extraordinary new stage talent.Â
The happily hyperactive comedy provides missteps and mayhem.
The situation has gone from "Bad" to worse.
It's over now, the music of the night.
More characters come out of the closet " or get high " in this zany spin on the tragedy than violently perish.Â
The Southern comfort show is filled with winning jokes and puns.
After a relatively boring beginning, expect moment after moment of theatrical magic.
While some of his scenes lack intensity, Groban's as well-sung a Sweeney as you'll find.
The musical is a mess with multiple personality disorder.
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The play's greatest asset is youth.
Despite an absorbing performance from the "Eyes of Tammy Faye" actress, British director Jamie Lloyd's staging is sterile as an operating room. Â
It's high time we stop making convenient excuses for disrespectful idiots.
It's an obnoxious dinner guest of a play.
Appalled audience members witnessed the death of decorum Tuesday night.
Star Stephen McKinley Henderson gives the performance of the Broadway season.
A stunner of a trio makes this revival lovable.
Yet another man-in-a-dress musical.
The revival is an absorbing, observant and admirably peculiar character study with stinging parallels to today.
What's so striking about this streamlined version is the grandeur it manages to summon with simplicity.
This sporadically fun musical is an empty-headed good time.