1,084 stories by "Matthew Murray"
Memo to Alex Trebek: Jeopardy! is not the beginning or the end of wisdom.
That love in all its forms is something worth dancing about is a fact that proves equally joyous and tragic in Chéri.
Is it a triumph to transplant an artist from his natural milieu to one in which he sits uncomfortably, even if the results are good?
The roots of melodrama, which frequently run beneath William Shakespeare's canny comedy Much Ado About Nothing, are allowed to bloom rich and full in The Public Theater's Mobile Shakespeare …
I'm not sure I ever actually bought in to the oft-cited cliché that age is a state of mind until this past week.
"How do you know what you know?"
Regret, portentousness, and unease have all had their turn, so it only makes sense that with Regular Singing true melancholy comes to Rhinebeck.
Whenever a financier is caught committing some multi-billion-dollar crime, you hear plenty about the innocent strangers he dragged down into the mud of destitution, and certainly there's ple…
What's in a name?
While watching Too Much, Too Much, Too Many, the new play by Meghan Kennedy for Roundabout Underground at the Black Box Theatre, all I could think was: "too little." . . .
Economy, with respect to both money and morality, is the driving force behind John Pollono's play Small Engine Repair, which just opened at the Lucille Lortel Theatre in an MCC Theater produ…
Taking Care of Baby ain't The Laramie Project, that's for sure.
Many actors would, if you'll pardon the expression, kill for a great death scene. In A Gentleman's Guide to Love & Murder, the new musical at the Walter Kerr, Jefferson Mays doesn't have to …
The set tells the story.
If there's a lesson to be gained from A Bed and a Chair " and that's a skyscraping if " it's that too many people muddle desire with mere sex.
The attraction remains, shall we say, clear as Crystal.
Take your pick: morality play, anti-morality play, or morality anti-play. Any one of these monikers describes, at various points, the waterlogged mess that is Marlane Meyer's The Patron Sain…
Four hundred years old and not a speck of dust?
Cirque du Soleil, Cirque Dreams, Spiegelworld... When you've seen one circus show, you've seen them all, right?
You've heard the phrase "Let's call a spade a spade"? You'll never hear it again once word gets out about Nothing to Hide, which just opened at the Pershing Square Signature Center. . . .
If a political scandal has ever made you want to scream things like "I don't believe you!", "Why don't you think about your family?", or "Would you please just shut up?", then Bruce Norris s…
Think Airplane! was the last word on 1970s disaster flicks? Well, er, it sort of was " at least on the big screen.
Fluff doesn't get flashier than After Midnight, the swank jazz revue that just opened at the Brooks Atkinson.
For all true seekers, or even those who merely fancy themselves as such, the quest for goodness and against evil transcends time and space.
That voice! That sex talk! . . .
