For all the strengths that make the first Broadway revival of A Little Night Music commendable, I find myself dwelling on the dark side of New York's sorry-grateful relationship with the greatest American composer-lyricist of the past 40 years.
For all the verve of its neo-Shavian back-and-forth, however, Race falters on its way to the finish line. Adept at articulating the play's issues, Mamet is less successful at dramatizing them.
The weaknesses melt away under the heat of the show's standout songs, especially as performed by Moya Angela and the extraordinary Chester Gregory.
Foote's understated epic is an authentic American classic about the birth pangs of the 20th century. It's told with humor, deep sadness and great writerly craft. I can't wait to see what hap…