Theatre Reviews

For two-and-a-half hours, I was happy to be in the world of The Rainmaker.
Snow is playing the violin. The script begs to be played like a drum solo.
Conversations With My Mother offers some original twists on the question of whether women can have it all. But the story takes a long time to come into focus.
It’s getting to be a familiar game, but it’s still a pretty good one.
Elements of My Rabbi work, but when it comes to the crunch, Joel Bernbaum and Kayvon Kelly’s script feels false.
Presence—pure, sensual, emotional: nothing beats it.
I remember when Educating Rita looked progressive—which means that I’m really, really old.
The problem with creating a mind-blowing show is that, when you’re next show is really, really good, it’s a little disappointing by comparison.
It’s depressing when caution masquerades as daring and dullness is celebrated as subtlety.