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Northport's own year-round theater wraps debut year
Now Elliott and The New Group have snared the American premiere of "Rafta, Rafta ...", recent winner of the Olivier Award for best comedy, and confirmed Khan-Din as a vital, valuable mainstr…
If you'd like to hear the likable actor intone "The Wonderful One-hoss Shay" by Oliver Wendell Holmes and elocute 40 minutes of quirky English voices in "Uncle Fred Flits By" by P.G. Wodehou…
But mostly, this is a so-so-"Nanette." Director Walter Bobbie ("Chicago") and choreographer Randy Skinner ("42nd Street") play the style straight and white-bread square. This turns out to be…
At a recent preview, despite my good seat, I had trouble hearing stretches of the play. Seven spectacular actresses - including Elizabeth Marvel, Martha Plimpton and Marisa Tomei - are perhaps too devoted to delivering the foreign, class and regional English dialects.
And this is a play that needs to be heard, really heard, on all its witty and wistful levels.
As a first effort by bright newcomers, the piece has youthful promise. As a grown-up offering in a Broadway house (not to mention at Broadway prices), this little-show-that-can't is so far i…
Thus we have the devastating cheekiness of Andrei Belgrader's bleak and squeaky dry, authoritative and thoroughly lovable production of "Endgame" -- a rare self-produced BAM offering by an i…
I hate to be a buzz kill. But "Boeing-Boeing," the 1962 farce that was made into a dimwit 1965 movie with Tony Curtis and Jerry Lewis, opened last night, and I don't have a clue to explain t…
"Les Liaisons Dangereuses," so exquisitely unrepentant and sophisticated when the Royal Shakespeare Company brought it to Broadway in 1987, feels long-winded and a little dowdy and self-cons…
In "Thurgood," Laurence Fishburne tells the life story of the first black Supreme Court justice, in more-or-less Thurgood Marshall's own folksy words.
If this sounds less like a drama than an educational TV special for Black History Month, you grasp the major limitations and the good intentions in the solo biography that opened Wednesday night at the Booth Theatre.
Whatever troubles did or did not propel Mike Nichols' staging to last night's opening - including a star unable to remember lines and a director willing to cut entire scenes - the result is …
Just how many high-school spoofs about the '50s can pop culture embrace?
The surprising answer to that question is . . . oh, all right, one more. "Cry-Baby," which opened last night at the Marquis Theatre, is pleasantly demented and - deep in the sweet darkness of its loopy heart - more true to the cheerful subversion of a John Waters movie than its sentimental big sister "Hairspray."
