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Tarzan slathers millions in razzle-dazzle on a two-cent script. Plus: Burnished performances in Shining City.
The most promising picks from the Young Playwrights Festival, a three-week showcase of award-winning work by writers 18 and under ($35; through May 27; call 212-279-4200 for tickets and deta…
How Brían F. O'Byrne wound up on Broadway.
And that's a good thing. Audra McDonald is that rare singer who succeeds in both opera and pop.
Real laughs make a too-rare appearance on Broadway.
People whose ideas, power, and sheer will are changing New York.
David Schwimmer's bid to make you forget about you-know-what.
Julia's not a disaster, but Three Days of Rain deserves a better production. Plus: A Threepenny dreadful.
Lisa Kron's Well is a moving play about her mother that wonders, "If I got better, why couldn't she?"
A tabloid-besieged star returns to Broadway.
Blame it on the rain.
Timing, tone, Alec Baldwin: Everything's wrong with this Entertaining Mr. Sloane.
Ali MacGraw comes out of hiding to appear on Broadway for the first time.
Ring of Fire lacks spark; Grey Gardens does too, but it's saved by one fantastic star.
John Patrick Shanley and Martin McDonagh go head-to-head again, with a new outcome.
An eighties icon finally makes it to Broadway.
After winning everything in sight last year, John Patrick Shanley's pedophilia thriller-drama-parable has turned to new actors to keep running, and the transplant hasn't entirely come off.
In The Pajama Game, Harry Connick Jr. is a stiff (with great pecs). But he sure can work that piano.
The frequently profane, occasionally graphic play about two old friends and their shared hooker has rich characters, finely tuned writing, and laughs.
It probably wasn't in director Scott Elliott's power to wrest a really transcendent night from this material, but he does make it a diverting one.
A quarter century on, hip-hop has barely cracked the theater. But it could be its salvation.
Can real estate inspire great art?
