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According to my Playbill, the Shubert Theater is currently home to Bin Faaarkrekkion's new Moosical, "Dik Od Triaanenen Fol (Finns Ain't What They Used to Be)".
If the current season didn't feature The Gospel According to Guirgis, Austin Pendleton would surely take the prize for audacity.
Billy Porter's "Ghetto Superstar (The Man That I Am)" sounds like autobiography, but at heart it's a love story, subgenre: showbiz.
Stephen Adly Guirgis may be the most extravagantly talented, maddeningly wayward playwright in America.
What the hell has gotten into David Mamet?
In crafting "The Controversy of Valladolid," its author faced a problem: how to get modern audiences to take the bad guy seriously.
The playwright on how he shaped his play.
Though it's hard to believe it today, there was a time when all sorts of violent deeds were carried out in the name of religion.
Stephen Belber invites us to think about the differences between what people say and what they do. Or rather, between what they do and what they’ve done.
As it reopened last night at the Little Shubert, the show captivated me, for one, with ineptitude.
Into the garden of delights that New York has lately become — pretty orange curtains in the park, cute spelling bee musical, charming documentary about porn — “Coriolanus” descends l…
A playwright needs real guts to present such familiar material to the fangs and claws of Broadway. Donald Margulies is more than gutsy; he is one of the ablest dramatists now writing.
At an approximate ratio of one line of blow for every two lines of dialogue, you will see a substantial chunk of the Colombian economy consumed before the night is through.
“Did she pull it off?” the Broadway fan wants to know, wringing his Playbill.
Harvey Fierstein, that demure, dulcet-voiced ingénue, has returned to Broadway.
Sir Peter Hall lets Shakespeare be in "As You Like It"; "The Gods Are Pounding My Head" explores Planet Foreman.
One composer's "highly informal, painfully biased, and infinitely expandable moratorium for the American theater".
The 10 (or So) Best (or Whatever) Something (or Other) of 2004.
Think of Sheridan as the anti-O'Neill.
Neil LaBute balloons up, Needcompany gets down.
"La Cage Aux Folles" is so timely it feels antique.
Caryl Churchill is a 66-year-old publicity-shy barrister's wife who writes some of the most punk-rock plays in the English language.
If you ever meet August Wilson, and you ask him how his day was, and he begins to tell you, commit the answer to paper.
Funny people tend to hail from unfunny places.
If this doesn't transfer to Broadway, I don't know what Broadway's for.
Say hello to Henri de Toulouse-Lautrec. (And to Dame Edna.)
