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This audacious interpolation of the 1975 cult-hit documentary has transferred from Playwrights Horizons with all of its original pleasures and several significant new ones.
If "The Sunset Limited" ultimately feels lopsided and its final destination programmatic, it's still a ride with exceptionally good company.
Onetime teen gardener in the Hamptons befriended the eccentric Beales of Broadway's 'Grey Gardens'
Tharp, a task-oriented perfectionist, has dreamed up extreme circus tricks, then transforms them from tricks to art. Even when she loses her way - which she definitely does - her failures ar…
They don't speak softly, but they carry a big shtick in spreading Jewish humor
Until the last stretch of Nicholas Martin's heavy-footed 2 1/2-hour production, the actor falls back on his stock delivery: jokey set-ups, snide asides and the trumpet voice that appears to …
Daniel Beaty is an energetic performer with a very good idea. Unfortunately, he only has the one good idea.
Michael Arden trained as an actor and vocalist at the Juilliard School, but he hasn't had a dancing lesson in all his 24 years. That didn't keep choreographer Twyla Tharp from hiring him to …
About the only professional disappointment Lane has weathered in the new millennium was the 2005 film version of "The Producers," which earned an underwhelming $19.5 million in domestic box …
"Breaking Up Is Hard To Do" might have a chance of getting somewhere beyond Old Bethpage.
Judy Gold pulls way too many punches for a comedian known for her foul-mouthed risque humor.
Fear of reprisal by religious fanatics raises questions about freedom of expression
We deplore censorship, if it happened, and applaud the producers who brought "Rachel Corrie" to the Minetta Lane Theatre last night. How we wish the play, not just the politics, was worth th…
"Nickel and Dimed" should be a rapid-fire mix of docudrama, agitprop and rueful absurdism, but the cast just isn't up to it.
"Losing Louie" plays as if it had been written by a student of Neil Simon's "Plaza Suite," and Alan Ayckbourn's lesser gadget plays.
Shivers, not to mention other vital responses, are in short supply in Robin Lefevre's flaccid revival, which the Roundabout Theatre Company opened last night.
There is not an extraneous syllable in LaBute's enormously moving love story. Nor is there a gesture by Harris that doesn't feel like truth.
