The Sager Theatre has not felt this alive in three seasons. That is the first thing to say about "The Glass Meridian," Yael Nordstrom's new musical, and it is not a soft compliment.
I've seen every revival twice — and I will tell you exactly which one to skip.
If there's a twenty-foot LED wall and a diva in a crystal bodysuit, I am THERE and I have THOUGHTS.
I found it in a black box on a Tuesday. By the time it transfers, I'll have moved on.
The Dunmore Workshop's production of "The Littoral Register" opens September 12, and the question Cressida Abara has baked into its formal structure is not a comfortable one: what does verbatim
"Flood Light" is the best new musical this Broadway season has produced. I am not hedging that sentence.
Carmen: Rosalinda! is closing Sunday, and before the nostalgia machine fully spins up, I need to say the thing I have been saying since opening night at the Carrington: this show was never as good as
Okay, so somebody in the Broadway awards apparatus needs to sit down and have a real conversation with themselves, because what is coming to 47th Street this fall does not fit in the boxes they've
Sola Mabunda's "Where the Floor Softens" is structurally unusual in a way that is either going to be its defining strength or its central problem, and the Lighthouse Workshop's decision to attach
Fever of Glass has one of the best second acts I've seen on a Broadway stage in three years.
Mija, I retired the vinyl talk — not every devotion needs a turntable, some just need you walking down the street in tonal green and pink like the citywide truce it always should've been. Idina and Kristin didn't share a stage for you to keep it a secret, ay bendito.
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Mija, sometimes you don't need eleven tracks of belting to make the point — you need Elphaba and Glinda staring down from your wall reminding you why you fell for this business in the first place. Hang it where you'll see it before you write a single word, ay bendito.
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Patti LuPone doesn't do diplomacy, and her memoir doesn't either — it's sharp, petty, gloriously honest, and reads like she's sitting across from you at a dive bar telling war stories from Evita and Les Mis. Que mujer.
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My playbill collection goes back to 1987 and I will not apologize for a single one — this acid-free binder keeps them flat and pristine so they survive longer than most marriages. The real receipts of a Broadway life.
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