An Enemy of the People

It's fun to watch Boyd Gaines, aka Mr. Normal, played a riled-up guy for a change, and in Ibsen's An Enemy of the People, he's the cuddliest fanatic ever. My review's thataway.

Red Dog Howls

Red Dog Howls is bad enough with Kathleen Chalfant in it. Without an actor of her caliber, that pompous play may be simply unwatchable. My review's here.

If There Is I Haven't Found It Yet

The weight of expectations (Jake Gyllenhaal's NY stage debut!) and an overblown staging (the stage is flooded!) crush this middling play. Thataway for my review.

Red-Handed Otter

I really liked Ethan Lipton's delightful new comedy, Red-Handed Otter, which opened last night at the Cherry Lane Theatre Studio. And tickets are only $30! Full review here.

The Exonerated

The big mama of docu-theater returns for a tenth-anniversary run. If nothing else, catch it for Stockard Channing. Click here for my review.

Detroit

Lisa D'Amour's Detroit is so so good! And I'm not saying that just because it ends with an awesome bacchanal set to blaring hip-hop. See for yourself -- if you can get a ticket. In the meantime, my review's here.

Crossing the Line

Click here for my piece about the Crossing the Line festival, with a special focus on Brian Rogers' Hot Box, which I caught on Friday.

Einstein on the Beach

Einstein on the Beach is just a bit more common than Halley's Comet -- the last NY revival was in 1992. So I'm glad to have been at BAM on Sunday for the latest sighting. My review's here.

Fly Me to the Moon

Marie Jones' sweet and sour comedy Fly Me to the Moon opens at 59E59, and my review's in today's paper.

Fall preview: the musicals

When it comes to new musicals on Broadway, this fall season is a stinker -- so much so that I find myself looking forward to the revival of Annie. Oy! Thataway for my preview in the Post.

Mary Broome

The Mint Theater picked a tricky play with Allan Monkhouse's Mary Broome, and its revival comes up short. Full explanation thataway.

Chaplin

Summarizing the big plot points of a decades-long career in a biomusical isn't necessarily a good idea, as the new Broadway show Chaplin demonstrates. My review's here.

The Train Driver

Signagture's Athol Fugard season ends with a whimper, aka The Train Driver. My review's here.

Forbidden Broadway

I have to admit, I'm a bit surprised that my colleagues seem to think the new Forbidden Broadway is mean. If only! My lukewarm review is here.